A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way. But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

I don't know whether these feelings - this thing growing inside of me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's ever happened to me. Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the truly sick thing is that despite everything, I'm glad.

Hunky Heroes, rescuing distressed women, captive princesses, and girls without wheels since 1684. p. 450

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.