The ticking of a clock drives her nuts, but the ticking of a clock soothes her, and puts her to sleep.

She is obsessive about neatness, and she is a pig.

She looks at the moon and sees love; she looks at the moon and sees loneliness.

She likes cats, and she likes dogs.

She drinks French vanilla, and she likes hazelnut.

Her laugh is loud and fulfilling, hers is a timid giggle.

She is afraid to speak to strangers; she plows the way, speaking for her.

She has brown eyes and brown hair, and she has blue eyes and blond hair.

She is nice no matter what, she can be a bitch.

Hair up, hair down.

She loves younger men, she older.

She is a summer beauty, she is an ice queen.

She is older, she is younger.

She drinks out of the punch out coffee hole, and she the straw.

She is particular about almost everything, right down to her eating habits, she takes things as they come.

she likes polka dots, and she blue.

but...

These are just little things that make them different, and to list all of the things that they do have in common would just take much too long...

i just want you to know how lucky i am to have you as a friend. damn lucky. so damn lucky it hurts sometimes.

and what matters most is they are the very best of friends, and nothing can change that.

**Nothing. Ya hear me?** and that is one of the greatest things about it.