To my best friend

 

I met her on the second day of college. She was quiet almost like she was searching for a better place, a safer company. Soon, our smiles became familiar. That’s when I discovered she could sing.

Freshers’ auditions were around the corner, and though hesitant, she was ready to sing with all her heart. I saw something in her that day, something I could relate to. So I initiated a conversation with her.

The first time we walked into the canteen together, we talked endlessly. From that moment, we weren’t just classmates we became something more. She became my protector. She spotted my enemies before I could even sense them. And like the stubborn soul I am, I ignored her warnings, only to run back crying. She would scold me first but never let me cry for long. She’s been my human medicine, healing wounds no one else saw.

We're not the type of friends who hang out or walk around together all the time. We’re polar opposites. I’m an early bird, she’s a proud lazy goose. I'm the topper, she barely makes it to class. But our bond? Built on late night calls, unfiltered talks, and mutual madness.

She never "owned" me, but never let me go either. Every year, As seniors,the first photo is always with her. This year, she shows up to class only because I’m there.

We never labeled ourselves “best friends.” We never stopped fighting either. We’ve fought over the tiniest things even for petty things. But none of those fights ever lasted ten minutes. That’s just how we communicate messy, fiery, and full of love.

Today, I couldn’t attend a few hours of class. And she, like a child reluctant to walk into kindergarten alone, lingered by the door, pleading, “Come to class... come, come, come!” That’s when I realized: we’ve come a long way from first years to Seniors.

We’ve had misunderstandings. We've had our share of silence. But she never left. Neither did I. I know I could mess up, walk up to her and say, “I know I’m wrong, but I won’t apologize,” and she’d still be there either repenting on my behalf or charging into battle for me.

Today, a classmate said, “You both fight like sisters but never give up on each other.” Maybe that’s what this is. A sisterhood we never named but always knew.

And yes, I believe in evil eyes, so I’m writing this down just for her.

To my safest person: I demand you to be my best friend, even in heaven or hell. No negotiations!!!

And I communicate with your minds through my thoughts ✌️ 💫