"'Friendship is defined by this and that,'" Sophia murmured. "That is all they say at that place. It's always different. 'Friendship is defined your words, if they are nice to that person, then they are your friend,' they say. Hmm, well, I think they should shut up. Friendship isn't defined by anything. It is a part of your heart that patiently waits until that person comes along, and then your heart gets attached and never lets go."

I nodded, and whispered back, "I think my heart may just be attached to your heart."

Sophia's intelligent brown eyes greet mine. "My heart is attached to yours also."