I know which smile means she's too polite to say how much she hates you.

I know how to annoy her without making her mad.

I know that I'll eventually win that ridiculous argument about cats superiority to dogs.

I know why she hates mushrooms.

I know her tone of voice when she's yelling at me, 'cause I've done something stupid... again. I know it means she was worried about me.

I know when she's stumbling around like a zombie, she couldn't put down some romance novel and ended up falling asleep in the early morning. I know if I offer her coffee she'll glare at me and tell me the stuff's poisonous.

I know if I tell anyone how she's terrified of little kids, her revenge will be diabolical in its evil genius.

I know more than most best friends, however.

I know her shampoo smells like vanilla and coconuts.

I know what she does to my heart when she smiles at me.

I know how gorgeous she looks when she's sleeping. I know those bunny rabits on her PJ's aren't suposed to be sexy...

I know, when she's leaning on me, how much I wanna kiss her.

I know, no matter how bad my day is, the merest mention of her name will make it better.

I know she loves me.

I know she is not in love with me.

I know this will never change.