in the proverbial sense, i knew her well. in the other ways, not at all. i was her first fuck, but lord knows, i wasn't her last. mostly, i was just her best-friend until the day she left. i didn't want to hurt her, but i did. i never knew her side of it. i walked home with her every day. she said i was a magic table spoon. she was my exception, but now i don't talk to her. it was her idea to have it be like this, but now i think she's changed her mind.