My Best Friend, Who Has Always Been

Hunting down the friends left with me all through the years, I can, without a doubt, say that they are not so many. Sadly. Of course there’s no one else to point the finger at, but me. I tend to just be in sync with the rush of things. I find it hard to cling to something when I am swiftly surged away.

Gratefully, there’s this someone who remains at the top of the the-best list after all the many years that passed.

We are not the kind of best friends who enjoy a slumber party during weekends, who regularly have a trip to the movie house when the newest chick flick is shown, who exhaust our free time meeting up at the mall and giggle together inside the fitting rooms, who treat each other for ice cream once in a while. See, we are not the ordinary best friends you would run into.

We see each other at least once a year; we hardly ever exchange text messages. But, when we do, it feels as if no time was used up without one another’s presence. We never even update each other when we get together, yet, staying beside her feels like I have always been a part of her.

She never closed her doors for me, even if in times when she expected me to, I didn’t show up. Yet, when I find myself in her doorstep, I do not need to knock, for before I even lift a hand, she is already there, welcoming me with open arms.

I owe her the best friendship of my life.