rlm@0: lizabellwaters@hotmail.com rlm@0: rlm@0: rlm@0: It's really odd having a friend that's completely obsessed with you. rlm@0: But you know what? For years, I took it for granted. I figured it to be yet another odd fact about my best friend, rlm@0: 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 rlm@0: bodyguards, for crying out loud. Anything out of the ordinary that she said or did was chalked up to being just one rlm@0: more eccentric trait of the rich. rlm@0: Sometimes, she really made me freak out. Particularly with the more 'creative' and 'liberal' costumes she made for rlm@0: me, when Kero-chan and Syaoran weren't there with us. Those times, she'd spend hours with me, filming, even if we rlm@0: weren't doing anything more than talking. If it got too nerve wrecking for me, I might suggest my discomfort in a rlm@0: vague facial expression. I didn't mean for her to notice, but somehow-- back then I didn't know how-- she always rlm@0: understood everything I did or didn't say. "Don't be embarrassed," she'd reassure me, filming camera still in hand, rlm@0: "not in front of me." rlm@0: I never really minded the way she made me her life. rlm@0: She wouldn't be Tomoyo any other way. rlm@0: 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, rlm@0: Tomoyo was the last. I wonder why? She was the most obvious one about it. Perhaps because it was so natural to rlm@0: me. I knew that the moment I walked into my classroom, the first one to greet me would be Tomoyo. Like a law of rlm@0: science or something. rlm@0: Another reason it took me so long was that it never occurred to me that people liked me or anything. Really! It just rlm@0: never struck me. I must have been to stuck on thoughts about Yukito-san. Speaking of which, I think that's about rlm@0: when I started figuring things out. That day I told Yukito-san, 'I love you.' Things fell into place after that.