| I have known Emma for thirteen years, going on fourteen. She is my best friend and I love her more than anything in this world. While I was home last November, we went out on the town a few times. Here we were, playing pool at the Stag. Emma fancied a bloke who was playing against us. Her eyes looking him up and down; his fixed on one area, as most guys' eyes are. In went the black ball, twice! I told Emma it was a sign to move on, so we did. We stayed up late in my hotel room that evening and had a wild slumber party - full of fattening food, lighting sparklers, and playing around with the camcorder! Emma makes me smile. When she is happy, so am I. We know each other inside out. She hears my secrets, and I her's. She's my inspiration, my guardian, and my best friend. |
