The Desk.

There's only one word I can use to describe this girl: simple. Simple means that she sees nothing beyond the surface value of anything, simple means her every thought is vocalized without regard, and simple means that she's too nice to everyone to ever get upset about anything. Honestly I've never seen her without a positive demeanor, even when faced by the disrespect of that fool of a Yankee with whom she has some complicated relationship. It is probably this desire for simplicity in her life that draws her to a romantic interest in the simple boy I discussed in the previous post that can never happen. Unable to comprehend or control her own romantic situation, she has recently become increasingly concerned with my activities regarding the little one that makes a lot of noise. It is her belief that because of my behavior towards the noisy one, I am quite obviously in love. In her mind, I have hopelessly fallen for her, but I'm afraid to tell anyone because there's a boyfriend back home. The plan here is to let her think that, even professing my love to her, giving her the impression that she's the only one I trust. She doesn't have the capacity to even begin to understand the truth of the matter, so I feel it is easier and more humane to let her have her delusions. She doesn't know what a horrible person I am because she couldn't understand the concept even if I did tell her the truth. I don't like lying, but I would like even less to destroy the purity and simplicity of her idea of love.