He liked her, but hed always struggle with his inner self to admit it.   ForewordAll Over Again.It was really typical of her, but somehow I couldn’t help but to be annoyed.  Again, she managed to open that troublesome mouth of hers, and again she ended up getting me into trouble.  Why was I always friends with her, why was I always by her side?  I’m asking myself these questions as if I don’t know the question myself.  It’s quite clear to be honest, yet I still find myself hesitating to admit it.