lizabellwaters@hotmail.com

 

 

 It's really odd having a friend that's completely obsessed with you. 

 But you know what? For years, I took it for granted. I figured it to be yet another odd fact about my best friend, 

 Tomoyo. It's not as if that were her only unique trait, and I wasn't the only one writing her off that way. The girl had 

 bodyguards, for crying out loud. Anything out of the ordinary that she said or did was chalked up to being just one 

 more eccentric trait of the rich. 

 Sometimes, she really made me freak out. Particularly with the more 'creative' and 'liberal' costumes she made for 

 me, when Kero-chan and Syaoran weren't there with us. Those times, she'd spend hours with me, filming, even if we 

 weren't doing anything more than talking. If it got too nerve wrecking for me, I might suggest my discomfort in a 

 vague facial expression. I didn't mean for her to notice, but somehow-- back then I didn't know how-- she always 

 understood everything I did or didn't say. "Don't be embarrassed," she'd reassure me, filming camera still in hand, 

 "not in front of me." 

 I never really minded the way she made me her life. 

 She wouldn't be Tomoyo any other way. 

 I'll admit it. I'm naive. It took me forever to figure out half the people who were in love with me. And of those, 

 Tomoyo was the last. I wonder why? She was the most obvious one about it. Perhaps because it was so natural to 

 me. I knew that the moment I walked into my classroom, the first one to greet me would be Tomoyo. Like a law of 

 science or something. 

 Another reason it took me so long was that it never occurred to me that people liked me or anything. Really! It just 

 never struck me. I must have been to stuck on thoughts about Yukito-san. Speaking of which, I think that's about 

 when I started figuring things out. That day I told Yukito-san, 'I love you.' Things fell into place after that.