Nine years down the lane you met a loner in the corner of a classroom.
Remember how she had just nodded a yes when you offered to eat tiffin together? Yes you had invaded her personal space and she was not
used to that sort of a gesture.
Remember how you showed up at her place when she fell sick and ditched a plan with the group of friends? No, she wasn’t expecting you to prioritize her and you had no reasons for the same.
Remember that girl from high school who spoke rubbish about her? She had never imagined you taking her side and yet you fought for her.
Remember the bunch of new friends in higher secondary and how different were your respective school lives? She never believed herself while she kept an empty place for two years straight and missed you for no apparent reason too.
She is still the ruthless child who never cries or maybe she does, and you know when and why. She is still that lady who decides on who can intrude into her life and maybe that is why she chose you for the first move. She still ditches plans, falls sick and hears you scream your lungs out. She still lets people talk behind and you take her side. She is still the adamant girl who’ll keep you a place, only this time to go places with you.
It’s one more year to go and we’ll be a decade old.
Yes, that loner you met is now a radio FM. The pessimist speaks of optimism all day long.
I still do not write you lovely verses or decorated rhymes. I admit I’m the worst surprise planner and the least expressive soul. I also plead myself guilty of being the most boring partner in crime but then,
All that I write is ‘cause you believe I can.
All that I torture you with is what you’ve discovered out of me
And now that I trust and love is ‘cause you’ve taught me to keep faith.
I love it when they take our name together.
I love the growth we’ve shared.
I love you to the moon and back.
P.S. Only if I wrote this letter to some guy crush, things could be termed exaggerated. But for you my soul sister, words don’t define our friendship and they never will.