Prologue
"Come on Alex, give it back."I whined with tears forming in my eyes.
"I'm sorry Becky, I didn't mean to."
"Every time I let you play with my toys, you break them."
"Iknow, but I never mean to."he said hugging me.
I sighed and looked at my decapitated Barbie doll. It was my favorite one. I started crying and Alex held me tighter.
"Please don't cry Beck."
"I'm sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who should be sorry, I broke your Barbie. I love you Beck."
Even at seven years old Alex knew how to comfort me. All he had to do was hug me and tell me he loved me. We were best friends. I loved Alex and he loved me.
