Tonight, one of my close friends told her stories, problems. I did chat her first, then she continued to tell many things. In the early semester, I was not that close to her. I was just still the same, keep quiet all day long. Then, one day we don't realize why we can get close. Then, one night I told her the secret. I am not the one who is reliable, I just lost in my own world. I used not to think a memory was that important. Back to my friend. She told me her problem in making a relationship (is the phrase correct?) She talked about someone who chose her to be his listener. In case, he knew my friend used to like him. She asked me, why it was her to be chosen and I just answer with: " you know, sometimes, a boy, when he is choosing a girl to be his listener, it just because he found she will not blend out her feeling to their discussion, sometimes, he just believe in the girl that way, because, he also needs some attention or acknowledgment over ...