Happy birthday best friend

My best friend’s birthday is approaching, like it’s less than a week to go and I’m VERY excited, more than I’ve ever been on my own birthday actually which is pretty unusual but it’s alright, it’s her. So this is wholly and solely to declare my love for the one woman who I call mine in every sense of the word, and very proudly so. Not that I don’t do it enough because I do it all the time, but because it’s her birthday, And because I’ve promised to make every birthday of hers special till we’re 80, or till I drop dead. As it is it’s very hard for me to not say what I feel and when it comes to her this urge increases manifolds. I’ve known her for 7 years now, and strangely enough we spoke for the first time on her birthday too so I remember that very clearly.


She was this meek little girl, almost inaudible, though her scores spoke volumes for her. She was a nerd back then, so was I. She was the topper of the class when I joined and my apparent competition too. I couldn’t even imagine back then that we’d be tied at the hip like we are now. She was too reserved, I was new in the school, and her friends at the time, well, she had some fancy tastes. Not the kinds I’d be able to bear with though. But I could excuse her for that because our entire class was like a bucket load of morons. I had never seen so many deranged people in one room. Plus I had come from a smaller town, I didn’t know the ways of the big city and I was lost. So basically, we started talking during our tests in school because our roll numbers were together so we’d cheat from each other. And then we went on to get closer as we played stupid Truth Dare and Stare games during lunch breaks on in free periods. We were together in the next class too, and we’d sit together and chit chat and play games, and we had this big nerd group, but we managed to somehow incorporate stupid girly fights in that too. We were fabulous.


Then in tenth grade we were shuffled into different sections and I started dating and we grew apart, not so much but well a bit. But somehow our friendship has never been about how much we talk or we much time we spend together. I know I’m going to feel the exact same way about her even if I see her ten years down the line and we haven’t spoken even a bit. That’s not going to happen though. Still, I don’t think I’d ever be mad at her for not trying to contact me, I wouldn’t be able to complain. That’s not the kind of relationship we share. Because wherever she’d be I’d sincerely hope to god that she’s doing great, and there isn’t a single wish of hers that goes unfulfilled. I can’t even envy her you know. And that’s what sets her apart really. She’s the only person in the world who I’d wish gets everything she has ever wanted. She can take all the good I have too if that’s what it takes to grant her wishes. I normally am the jealous kinds. I like to be better and have an edge over the other person. But there’s this unconditional kind of affection that I feel for her that’s free of all the envy hatred jealousy and any negative feeling there is. You know those times when you look at a person and they’re happy and you just know that you could do anything to keep them that way. You pray for that, and for them. And it’s a very one in a million kind of a feeling because I don’t think you get to feel something like that very often. So I think I’m really lucky that way. Years have passed; we’ve had some beautiful memories, and only one little stupid fight that I can remember. It’s very hard to fight with her actually, I’ve tried. We both have. She is so loved by so many people and I’m not even remotely surprised that she is. It’s so hard not to love her. And maybe I get a little insecure for the same reason sometimes because she’s showered with love from left, right and centre that sometimes I begin to feel like I hope I don’t lose her to someone. But at the same time, I really trust her so I know she won’t find anyone to replace me.


Whatever the case maybe, all I know is that I can’t function without her. She’s essential to my existence in a way I never imagined anyone could be. To her I could be a mother, a friend, a sister and a completely unbiased stranger too if she needs advice. I feel like I’ve outgrown my age just to look after her. And I don’t regret it one bit. I couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. Sometimes I feel like calling her my best friend doesn’t even do justice to it really. It just sounds inadequate. Even telling her I love her does because it’s always going to be her above everyone else. She’s my person, in a Meredith Cristina way and as many other ways there are. Because there are a billion people in the world, but I imagine there’s only one her. I love you, best friend.

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