Ever since Harold and I met, he has been visiting the house regularly. He only looked for his cousins once because as soon as he stepped onto the living room floor, I was immediately the one he was looking for and talking to. He will spend his time with me, and I don't feel weird things just like what Heather always told me. I don't feel Marjorie is sulking at him, because it seems like she agrees more with what Harold is doing with me.
I'm not against this either. I just can't believe that there are still people who want to be friends with me even though I don't know how to talk to them and I don't have any idea how I can prolong our conversation because I'm the one who ends it right away.
"It seems like I'm the only one who wants to talk here," Harold said, which made me turn to look a
