I asked, "Am I too lembut/soft?"
She said, "Never mind it's ok for guys to be soft.Don't take it as criticism."
I told, "Before I die, I wish to set up a family business which could make me filthy rich and successful!"
She said, "Don't worry, you can achieve it!"
You see, that's the reason why my bestfriend is my bestfriend amongst my pool of friends. Whatever loads that shoot down my confidence, she's the tiny hands that grap hold of my confident before it hit hard on the ground. I don't mind if the hand is real or fake made of plastic, I'm still relieved that atleast it's a good respond to boost my confidence.
If I could write a book about friendship, it would be,
"1 million reasons why I love my bestfriend."
Sheila, my little blessing captured in heart. Thanks.