You’re the one person who knows my weirdness and still chooses to stick around.
As I grew up, I learnt how easy it is to lose touch with friends. And not just friends – people you once thought you couldn’t live without.
But with you, it’s different. You’ve been my constant. It’s not that we meet every day or even every other day. We can go weeks without meeting each other. But when we do meet, we just seem to pick up where we left off. We laugh and talk like time and distance is an illusion.
I want to thank you. For putting up with my tantrums but also telling me when to dial down the crazy. For seeing my ugly crying face and not laughing at it. For snatching my phone away when I tried drunk dialling my ex’s number. For your advice and your opinions.
For reminding me how much I love my guy after silly fights when I’m in tears, demanding a break up. And lastly, I want to thank you for being such a big part of my life.
You’ve made me laugh so hard that I cried and you’ve made me smile when I’m in tears.
When I think about you and all the memories we’ve shared I can do nothing but smile. Our spontaneous adventures, jokes that only we understand (anyone who hears them will probably think we’re total sociopaths), our weird life theories, binge-watching our favourite shows on sleepovers or going for rides when we’re bored. You’ve made me laugh so hard that I cried and you’ve made me smile when I’m in tears.
I love how I can tell you that I haven’t showered for four days and you’ll tell me you haven’t for five. I love how I can sit in sweatpants and uncombed hair besides you knowing you wouldn’t judge me. I love how you say you hate the people I hate without even asking what they’ve done to me.
I don’t think I will ever be able to thank you enough for simply being a part of my life but here, I tried.
Author: Zainab Haji