rlm@2: lizabellwaters@hotmail.com rlm@2: rlm@2: rlm@2: It's really odd having a friend that's completely obsessed with you. rlm@2: 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@2: 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@2: bodyguards, for crying out loud. Anything out of the ordinary that she said or did was chalked up to being just one rlm@2: more eccentric trait of the rich. rlm@2: Sometimes, she really made me freak out. Particularly with the more 'creative' and 'liberal' costumes she made for rlm@2: me, when Kero-chan and Syaoran weren't there with us. Those times, she'd spend hours with me, filming, even if we rlm@2: weren't doing anything more than talking. If it got too nerve wrecking for me, I might suggest my discomfort in a rlm@2: vague facial expression. I didn't mean for her to notice, but somehow-- back then I didn't know how-- she always rlm@2: understood everything I did or didn't say. "Don't be embarrassed," she'd reassure me, filming camera still in hand, rlm@2: "not in front of me." rlm@2: I never really minded the way she made me her life. rlm@2: She wouldn't be Tomoyo any other way. rlm@2: 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@2: Tomoyo was the last. I wonder why? She was the most obvious one about it. Perhaps because it was so natural to rlm@2: 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@2: science or something. rlm@2: Another reason it took me so long was that it never occurred to me that people liked me or anything. Really! It just rlm@2: never struck me. I must have been to stuck on thoughts about Yukito-san. Speaking of which, I think that's about rlm@2: when I started figuring things out. That day I told Yukito-san, 'I love you.' Things fell into place after that.