There is always one person who walks into our lives and changes it forever. They might just vanish later. But their impact forever stays on our lives.
Someone did that to me too. The person I instantly recognized as my best friend.
I have had a lot of so-called ‘best friends’ but truly I never knew the meaning of friendship until he walked in. My life was screwed up, and almost instantly he took the reins of my life in his hands and then nothing was the same again. He changed me forever. And for good.
This fella and I had so many crazy times together. We laughed together, we cried. He lectured me and at some (rare) times I lectured him.
We drank together, we ate together like all best friends do. But he always stuck by my side. And I with him. Stuck with some kinda invisible strong glue.
He makes me laugh and he laughs at my sad sarcastic humor. He listens to my tales with a grim face and then makes fun of me when I am done. I probe and push him to know about his exes and laugh on his face later.
By the end of the day if I need a shoulder to cry, he’s there –my punching bag sometimes. He listens, he advices, he instructs, he loves me truly. And he accepts me for my quirks, my madness, and my silliness – like I accept him.
Someone did that to me too. The person I instantly recognized as my best friend.
I have had a lot of so-called ‘best friends’ but truly I never knew the meaning of friendship until he walked in. My life was screwed up, and almost instantly he took the reins of my life in his hands and then nothing was the same again. He changed me forever. And for good.
This fella and I had so many crazy times together. We laughed together, we cried. He lectured me and at some (rare) times I lectured him.
We drank together, we ate together like all best friends do. But he always stuck by my side. And I with him. Stuck with some kinda invisible strong glue.
He makes me laugh and he laughs at my sad sarcastic humor. He listens to my tales with a grim face and then makes fun of me when I am done. I probe and push him to know about his exes and laugh on his face later.
By the end of the day if I need a shoulder to cry, he’s there –my punching bag sometimes. He listens, he advices, he instructs, he loves me truly. And he accepts me for my quirks, my madness, and my silliness – like I accept him.
We pull prank on others and it’s really hilarious. Meanie? Nah, it’s just us.
When one of us got a terrible haircut according to the other, we put on a straight face and said "wow! You look different." And then after a while laughed out cuz we couldn’t control. "Never have that silly haircut again!" Tried to make it as sweet as possible, but it’s the laughs I remember the most.
To others we’re just normal friends. Doing things together, being each other’s strength, fighting with each other and then reconciling after a few minutes with ‘I’m sorry – no – I’m sorry’. And there are those silences that is all that we need sometimes.
But it’s cuz of him I know what friendship is. Just how beautiful it is. And I know I got a good thing in my BFF and it’s forever.
Prompted @ Pictures, Poetry & Prose
3 comments:
aww. That was soooooo cute and sweeet :D
x
*touchwood*
made me remember a dear friend of mine ... really well said about friendship :)
punchin bag!!!! dat was best.....nice post!
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