My new best friend. She's a 5'5 perfect 10. Every guy I know wants to meet her. Met her at a camp when we were 9. Ever since she's been running through my mind. I never thought I'd think of her like that.       She let me hold her hand. Nobody else understands. When you can't seem to fight the strain. She keeps running through my brain.       And if I bring her flowers. Stare in her eyes for hours. No place she'd rather be. Standing right next to me.       Late nights lye awake in bed on the phone with her. The things we said about our future and our past.