A boy named Paule asked me to be his girlfriend. It's been exactly three days since Casey ended our friendship. I knew I was destroyed inside by what had happened, but something told me to say yes. So I did. He had one of those smiles that made you feel at ease even in the worst situations. He was sweet and kind and helped me get through the days at school when I was alone. I slowly began to heal a little each day, with the comfort of him by my side. It shocked me how close we became to each other. Paule wasn't just my boyfriend, he was my true best friend who I had missed for years. Two years later, Paule and I are still together and love each other very much. I realize I will never be able to do anything comparable or thank him enough for what he has done for me, but I will always try. Thinking back to that Sunday night with Casey; I know it all happened for a reason, and I wouldn't change a thing though...