I love my best friend, very much. Her name is Cheryl, she named herself Xue er, she loves Confectionary's gummies, she speaks with slurs because she used braces (but she has lovely teeth now), she meets me seldom, we share passive ideals together, she spits truth to my face because she loves me too, she is narcissistic like me, she never stops complaining about her being fat although she is downright boney and she never fails to make sincere attempts to soothe my bawls. The list could prolong further, but only the both of us knows it the best.

However, we need to meet up more often. Yes, Cheryl?