You.

[Momo begins to casually start removing her sweater, leaving her bra exposed. Tossing aside the cloth, she looks down, hands on her hips, at her friend.

Was that really doubt? Here? Now?]

I think about you. Because you are important to me. I don't know anyone else that makes me feel like you do. You're my best friend. You're pretty.

Who else would I think about? Think about that, honestly.