She is my best friend. I didn't know her for very long time wise. But that doesn't change anything. We shared a room together for five months and we thought we'd hate it. We didn't We clicked, we are one person in two separate bodies. I've moved away from there since then but we talk everyday. About everything and nothing, most people wouldn't get it. We talk about boys and gossip. We talk about life and love and the never ending pursuit of happiness. Sometimes there are things I try to not tell her, like how I'm smoking again. But there is something inside of me pulling it all out. I have to. It's not necessarily that I feel comfortable enough to be myself around her, it's that I'm brought out whether thats how I want it or not. At first a did hate it. Now I love every minute of it. She says the same thing about me, but I think she might be lying.