Ross is brilliant. So caring and so good and so, so funny. I knew she was smart and all that stuff. Honestly, much smarter than me and that’s cool, too. However, what I didn’t expect the most was just how funny she has become in my company. And she knows it. And it isn’t even her bloody main language. I will learn Spanish as I go.
I promised her that and I am in no mood to ever break my promises to that girl. She deserves someone who she can wholly put her trust in. Someone, maybe even above all else, who she can think of as her closest ally and friend, I guess you could say. By that, I mean that I want her to feel that she can always look to me for anything. I have my struggles with the ocd, we get that. She, I think anyway, tries to get it. And that’s all okay. But, either way, she must be made to feel precisely as special as she is.