He was her first heartbreak... and her last obsession. She is childish. He is mature. She is clumsy. He is calm. She is chaos. He is peace. She is silly dreams. He is steady reality. He's my best friend's brother. He understands me too well... which is embarrassing, because he's also caught me sighting and drooling over him more than once. "Stop staring," he says with that smirk-like it's that easy. She's clumsy, always tripping over something-and making me laugh every time. She talks too much, listens even more, and somehow became my free therapist without even realizing it. "Don't ever change," I tell her, because her chaos feels like peace to me.