Amanda starts to eat my fries. I get her the ketchup. Outside the rain has stopped.

He didn't walk away that day. We made up, somehow and everything went back to normal. I had a best friend again – someone who would listen to my secrets and tell me his. It was such a simple wonderful thing that I was amazed every day that it was there at all.

Later that summer, all of a sudden, it wasn't there anymore. He refused to speak with me. Even his girlfriend hung up on me when I called her to ask what was going on.

I still don't know why.