A beautiful post from someone I love dearly
This beautiful post was dedicated to me in my blogspot by my co-blogger / bff. It is so beautiful I think I should share it here too. I was planning to post something about our unique and beautiful friendship titled “One Helluva Kind” since August but I was tied up with work until now. But my bff Ron already wrote something for me. Just for the record, Ron is engaged and what we have is truly platonic.
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I sat alone in my bedroom that night. The only illumination was provided by my table lamp. My eyes were locked onto the parking lot outside, where I looked for a sign of life. There was naught a stirring. The whole neighbourhood was quiet now. It was 1.30 in the morning. The aromatic smell of fine blended tobacco filled the breezy night air. I inhaled the half burnt cigarette slowly and puffing the white, acrid smoke in a continuous flow.
Out of sudden my phone rang. I looked at the small screen and saw the name of the caller. I smiled as my mind was working quickly to predict what she was about to tell me this time. I answered. After a few lines, my prediction was proven to be precise. She called me up in the middle of the night when I was alone just to share something about her life. Of course I didn’t mind. After all, she’s my best friend. Best friend forever. “My BFF” is how she introduced me to others. That night, she sounded extremely happy, like a teenage girl describing how she kissed for the very first time.
I let her talk. Her words were loud and clear. But I was no longer focusing.
I can still remember the very first time I spoke to her. It was one fine evening at a petrol station when I was queuing at the ATM machine wanting to withdraw some cash. There was a girl standing behind me in the line. Jeans and baby-T. Eyes behind shades. Attractive, but usually I have no interest to look twice at a yuppie-looking person like her. But that time, I did. Not because I was attracted, but she seemed familiar to me. I was very sure that we have seen each other a few times before. She’s a friend of a friend. So we started to talk. And that was the beginning of our friendship.
I switched the phone. Left ear to right ear.
At first, it was not really a beautiful friendship, I might say. The reason is my conceited, arrogant, bigheaded attitude in appreciating her as a friend. Plus, I didn’t really have time for her. I was extremely busy. I didn’t return her calls. I didn’t reply her SMSes. I even hurt her feelings so many times!! I was not a good friend, far from being a best friend. She was trying to establish a tight connection, but I built a wall.
She was talking non-stop. I pulled out another tobacco stick from the red box and light it up. The fresh, midnight air was polluted again as my mind went floating once more.
One day, I realized that I don’t have many friends. In my life, friends come and go. Many friends treated me like one of those Touch ‘N Go booths along the highway. I’m like a doctor who they come and see only when they need treatment. And once I helped them solve their problems, off they went. Gone. Disappeared. Out of touch. Leaving me alone trying to understand what’s my value to them. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart. It’s true.
Our friendship had its vicissitudes. At one point, we were ‘disconnected’. It felt like we were “Touch ‘N Go” friends. We were in the you-do-your-thing-I-do-my-thing kind of situation. One phone call from an old friend made me realize how important it is to appreciate a friend. And I realized that she was the only one who really is a true friend. She appreciates me for who I am. She sees the small things about me and makes me feel like a better person. She’s the type of friend who can sense something is wrong with me even if I have the biggest smile on my face. She has been teaching me what friendship is supposed to be. I thank her for that. And I promise myself that I will never ever let anything come between the two of us.
I reached for the charger and plug it into my phone that was running out of battery.
Our friendship is one hell of a kind. It’s inimitable. We can comfortably share almost everything with each other. Sometimes we discuss serious issues. Sometimes we talk shit. We can endlessly bicker over topics only both of us can understand. Even with just a little facial expression, we can instantly read each other’s mind accurately. We are unique.
What makes us the way we are is hard to verbalize. We don’t really share so many things in common. She loves performing arts, I don’t. She has many friends who can be categorized into different sub-groups, but I’m quite an anti-social. She surely has more contacts in her Yahoo Messenger than I do, because I only have less than 20. She’s an experienced emcee who mastered a number of ceremonies, but I cannot even speak in public. Her English is good, but me is the not.
However, our thoughts are similar. We are two different people having the same way of thinking. That’s why we agreed that we are one. She’s the female version of me and I am the male version of her. Every time I look at her, I see myself.
“RON!!! Are you listening to me or not??? You always fail to listen carefully to what I say and at the end of the day, you cannot remember a damn thing about what I’ve told you!!!!”
Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don’t say. The deafening, ear-splitting voice that almost shattered the tiny speaker of my mobile belongs to my beloved best friend. The only friend who really cares about me. The only friend who truly understands me. The only friend who reflects my true self. Whatever the future holds for both of us, I pray to God may this beautiful friendship lasts forever.
“Hello? Ron? Tido lah tu!! I hate you, moron poron!!!!”
Together forever, never apart. Maybe in distance, but never at heart.
Best friends forever
