"i was awfully tender around her, whispering and calm."

conversations with a number of friends of mine never fail to remind me of the fact that i don't trust a single one of them as much as i trust her. sure, there are things i tell some of the friends around me that i don't exactly tell everyone, but even then, it is all very vague and detached. so what makes her different? i highly doubt i will truly know the answer to that, but at this point i can't say it matters. it just simply irritates me once in a while that while she must have some sort of idea what she means to me, sometimes it catches me off guard how much she means to me.

anyway, for now i must go
read some more of The Catcher In The Rye.