I sighed as he said he didn't want to talk about it. I hoped he would open up to me, not close himself down. But I wouldn't push him. If he ever wanted to get it off his chest, I would make it a point to be there for him. I would be a true friend, though I was hoping for more than just friendly relationship. The fact that he was calling me little love was giving me hope, but was that hope for nothing? Could he really feel something for a nobody like me? It seemed he had problems of his own, all I could do was try my best to listen and be everything that he wanted me to be. But what did he want? Maybe he didn't want to have a girlfriend. Ugh, my thoughts are not being nice to me.<br/>"Well if you want to forget it, I will help you forget...get on another topic here. Um..."<br/>Oh great, I couldn't think of anything. And when the time was so crucial. I wanted him to have a good feeling about me!<br/>"You already think of me as a friend? That's so sweet! Even though my sister has a plan on getting you in trouble? You must think highly of me to get past that!"<br/>Oh great, needed a topic to get his mind off things and the only thing I can think of was myself? He must think I am so selfish. Come on, there has to be something else that I can talk about.<br/>"So, what's your favorite subject?"<br/>I decided to not comment about the fact that he often skipped meals, I guessed his family was poor either that or the curse that his family thought was so bad made them not give him enough food. Either way, it was not a good thing to talk about. I wanted him to be happy. He seemed so sad. There had to be something I could do...