First Crush?

Ana says to me tonight, eyes gleaming with a well-guarded secret:
I have a friend named Michael at school.  If I tell you something about him, will you promise not to laugh?

With a solid, steely eye, I tell her:
I promise, I won't laugh.

With caution but overwhelming excitement (beans spilling):
You promise, promise???  You won't tell OR laugh??

Eyebrows raised, my most excellent promise:
I promise, promise.  I PINKY promise.

We lock our pinkies, staring into each other's eyes.

Mama, my friend Michael at school, I think he's really....

I think he's really...
(how does one speak the unspeakable?)

He's really.....PEACEFUL.

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Well, my dear, I clearly did tell-- all of these people in cyberspace, but it's not the secret, or Michael we're smiling about.  It's you, and the way your amazing mind and sweet heart work.