Day 17: Best Friend
Wow. I’m making this post without even knowing what I might come up. Anyway, my best friend’s Potin and we have known each other since third year high school and since then my world got crazy.
It’s actually a scary territory, you know? Being labeled as someone’s someone. Our friendship is kind of elevated into something more extraordinary, like something better than the friendship that we used to have. I don’t know when it happened, but when her college friend told her that I am her best friend, well… It’s just then that we came to realize that we are truly best friends.
Being someone’s best friend is not easy. You just don’t go and approach a person and tell them that you two need to be best friends. It’s a process that you can never get out of. Labeling someone directly as your insta-best friend defeats the purpose of having one because it’s not something that is forced, it is something that is felt.
It’s difficult for us (I think mostly for me), to be away from each other. To be just able to communicate through text messages, IMs, webcam and meeting each other from time to time, it’s deadly. It’s not like we are imposing each other to see each other always or whatever, it’s just that it’s really more comforting to be with your best friend in flesh, not just through exchange of words or calls. Being able to see them from time to time or even talk to them daily would be a wish come true for me, but no. Being away from each other and our crazy schedules hinder us from seeing and even talking to each other daily. I don’t know about her but to me, a day without talking to her is not a good day for me.
But despite this all, I’m still really grateful to be best friends with her. She understands me like no other friend does, she knows the right things to say, she easily gets why I make a face toward something or someone, any move I make she knows what each mean, she’s knows how to make me laugh, she gives me the comfort with the sound that I dread the most— the sound of silence and most importantly, she keeps up with my craziness.
Thank you for being my best friend, Potin. I might not say this because you are not the type who’s chessy and wordy… But with all my heart, really. Thank you and I love you, you not-so-feely lady. I pray that we remain the same as years, decades or whatever calamity go by.
I’m proud of you and I will always be proud to be your best friend. You know why? Because it stands true to this day.
Oh and look.. Day 17. Your birth date and favorite number, kind of fitting that this post is dedicated to you, eh? :)