April watched the rain a beat. “You need a lift to California, and you need money to do that. I’ve got a guy who can help you.”
“But you don’t know me. I don’t know you.”
“Yeah, but that’s how everyone starts out,” April said.

Don’t try to figure him out. Just tell him how you feel. You can’t make him love you. That’s up to him,” April said.

Friendship is a creature formed for a companionship not for a herd

I cannot stand the company of men. They flatter or they judge. I can stand neither of the two.

For us of course the shared activity and therefore the companionship on which Friendship supervenes will not often be a bodily one like hunting or fighting. It may be a common religion, common studies, a common profession, even a common recreation. All who share it will be our companions; but one or two or three who share something more will be our Friends. In this kind of love, as Emerson said, Do you love me? means Do you see the same truth? - Or at least, "Do you care about the same truth?" The man who agrees with us that some question, little regarded by others, is of great importance can be our Friend. He need not agree with us about the answer.

I use your love as a man burns a candle, burns it away, to light his steps.