"I fell in love with you for four reasons. I moved on because of one."

iii - You're not overprotective

Being overprotective is one of my least favorite things in a person. Parents are sort of an exception (since their children are their top priorities), but when it comes to friends it's a big no-no.

The special thing is that you're not overprotective over me, and I like that.

You allowed me to do whatever I wanted and supported whatever it is I wanted to do. Okay, maybe not "whatever" I wanted, but the right things. If I wanted to sneak out to go to some party, you'd magically influence me to make the right decision. It was one of two options, either it be that after I called you and asked if you wanted to come, you were able to convince me not to. Or it was number two where there was that mini, angelic version of you sitting on my shoulder, trying to make me be all philosophical.

I'd have to say that if it wasn't for you being such a good influence on me, I wouldn't be that goody two-shoes girl you know today. I could have been that rebellious teenager for all we know. But I'm glad that didn't happen.

And in contrast to most friends I've had in the past, you're the only one who has peer pressured me in a good sense. All my other friends had left me for a different high school. There was Rana, my best friend, who tagged along with me in the beginning of high school. However, she apparently abandoned me on the third week into the school year to become one of those popular queen bees. Heh, there I go rambling on about my life story.

My point being that you never left me. You wanted me to become the best person I could be. You'd tell me I'd grow up to be a scientist one day, solve all of the world's problems that have yet to be answered, and be remembered in history forever. You also said you wouldn't leave my side. You would be my assistant and do all the side tasks. But overall, you were there with me in those fantasies.

I can't blame you for keeping me in line; you just wanted to make everyone, even myself, proud of me.

Reason three I couldn't flee from the good was because you prevented me from doing the bad.