Thank you for being there for me, for cheering me up when I'm sad, for supporting me when I need it most, and most importantly, accepting me just the way I am without judgement, but still wanting me to improve for my own benefit. I don't mind when you criticise me because I know that you just want me to develop my potential, and your observations are bang-on.
You and I are so different in so many ways, but also so alike. It's a treat talking to you; and you're the first one I thought of when I messed up really badly and needed someone who'd understand. Your huge three-paragraph sms was soothing, but mostly it was the fact that you bothered to reply at all, and in such length, that makes me feel really special. I only wish I could do the same for you - always be there for you, whether you need me or not.
I always knew I wanted to be your friend. You're someone I can emulate in so many ways, and yet there's a lot in me too which you'd like to emulate - so we're both equals, complementing each other. I admire your fearlessness, your confidence, your determination, and your ability to pick yourself up after every fall, and you do seem to fall a lot :) These are qualities I don't possess in great quantities, or if I do, they are buried somewhere deep inside my psyche, so I'm glad to have such a close friend who has these qualities.
I've always wanted a best friend - it's something I craved for very deeply, and I believed anyone with a close friend was the luckiest person ever - I stared at them in such awe. And finally, you turned up. Sure, it's been different from what I thought it would be. There were far more misunderstandings and less time together than I bargained for. However, we did resolve our misunderstandings, didn't we? And I do want to spend time together - you were right, I do need to talk more - but please be patient with me. I foresee a friendship spanning the years - I truly hope that as old ladies we'll drop into each other's house for a friendly chat, and we'll tell our amazed grandchildren that we've been pals for fifty long years. I'm definitely coming to your marriage (yes, you will meet the man of your dreams, and he will bring you break-fast in bed. Well, ok maybe not that, but I bet you'll be so in love you won't notice) and you will come to mine (always assuming I get married of course :)).
One day, you will even read my blog. I was bitterly disappointed when you said you didn't want to, but hey, at least you were honest - that's one of your central traits and a virtue which is fast fading nowadays. Still, one day, if I haven't deleted it, I do hope you will read it and give your critique, and I do hope you will read this post as well. On second thoughts, perhaps not. I'm sure you'd start giving me weird looks after you read it.
We will go for a movie together one day - after the twelfth boards perhaps. After all, the future is still open with possibility, and you're right, the best person is the one who falls and then picks herself up again, learning from her mistakes. In my most comfy pyjamas, and having eaten a good meal, and having heard from you, of course, the world seems like a pretty okay place to live in again. It would be the most marvellous place in the world if I didn't have my exams tomorrow. There is always a fly in the ointment :(
From,
me!
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