"I'm confused," she always told him.
He could just laugh at that. For the guy who changed four schools, three college and six courses over the eighteen years, confusion was just another word. Yet, he never said it in front of her.
"I can understand. Sometimes, I get confused too."
She loved how casually he used that word sometimes. She may be the most confused soul, strewn with confusion almost all the time. But this was the one thing that she would never be confused about.
He was her best friend.
