I remember the first time that she and I got close to each other. It was during one of our English club events when one of our juniors had been teasing her. That wasn’t the first time I had seen her nor talked to her probably, but that was the moment in time where our friendship was basically set in stone as our junior had made a groupchat with the three of us. A groupchat which has had multiple versions and renditions over the years as our friendship has continued to blossom.
Now, in that year of my life, I regretted a lot of things, but the friendship that bloomed between us would never become a regret.
It isn’t the kind of friendship where we get to talk everyday or where we’re constantly updated by each other’s whereabouts and what we’re doing in our lives, but it’s the kind of friendship that I know I can lean on. I’m never afraid to trust her, again and again, no matter how much time has passed.
It’s a friendship where I feel seen and heard, like my words truly have an impact no matter how silly or small my statements may be. No matter how short or long the message, I knew I could always count on her to remember or to reply with something silly in response.
But I find myself saying that for a majority of our friendships, so what exactly makes this one so special? Well, it isn’t just the relationship that makes it special, but the person in it.
She carries a wisdom to her that even I struggle to find within myself. She has strength even I am unable to comprehend. She’s shy, but outspoken when she needs to be, and she stands by her beliefs in ways that leave me in awe. In a way, a part of me aspires to be like her. Admires her. Looks up to her in ways she doesn’t even know.
She doubts herself: her kindness and her strengths, and it leaves a pang in my heart because she can’t see herself the way that others see her— strong and beautiful and lovely, like mountains that protect small villages from grueling weather, softening the blow of storms and strong winds. She stands strong for others, for her people, she so often forgets that she is not on her own. That she doesn’t always have to be strong. That the doubt inside her heart should be eased by the kind words and care of those around her.
A part of me afraid that she’ll believe these words when it’s too late. That she won’t hear them from me before then, so I’m writing it all down now. I just want to say to her: Hey, if you’re reading this, I hope you know you can count on me. Always. Never be a stranger, because no matter how much the distance, no matter how long the time, you will always be a dear friend to me.
Much Love, Mel.
A little background on this blog entry: I had asked my friends for some blog ideas and one of them I suggested I write about my crush (big LOL for that one because of course she would tell me to write about him) and, in retaliation, I’ve decided to write about her instead and this is the result of that decision. Despite a little bit of spite fueling my decision to write this, I hope that she enjoys reading it (plus everything I’ve written here is a genuine testament to our friendship!). I had a ton of fun writing it and I hope it lives up to her expectations HAHA