To The Friend I Share My Best And Worst With.

What is a friend? What makes a person your friend? A friend can be someone who’s always right in front of you, ready to slap you awake and behind you as well, ready to tap and make things better.

Personally, friendship is something I don’t offer randomly, friendship for me is more on finding connection and compatibility, rather than hanging out, eating lunch together and gossiping kind of bond.

Friendship is not something that is enforced.

As vivid as it is in my mind, I had just made myself comfortable in bed and the static noise coming from the TV echoed in the room. It was time for me to get some sleep but a notification on my phone caught my attention, it was a friend request from an account named "Misteryous". Aside from the misspelled word, having no mutual friends had made me raised my eyebrow as I asked myself the question, “Who are you?”

Skeptical about it, I decided to ignore it and tried to get the sleep I needed for the next day, but this stranger had a better idea, and sent me a message stating her basic information, and asking if we could be friends. I was not sure if I was ready to make friends, neither did I expect someone to be interested with being friends with me.

Little did I know that replying to that message will be the plot twist of my life, conversations followed after that night, we talked every day of the week, and so on. I was once naïve, a tainted ironical vital force longing for belongingness that I have failed to acquire from my immediate family.

Knowing that I was not what my family has expected me to be, kept me inside a dark place, I was hopeless.

Life sometimes likes to play with us, we seem to have fun for a while then, it messes us. Just like when we are brought into this world, so fragile, so unproblematic, so, innocent until the day comes where we gain understanding and a grasp of our consciousness. The once colourful, becomes a dull hue, but I made it out with the help of my best friend. Slowly, I gained confidence to accept myself before asking acceptance from others.

Days, weeks, and months flew and our friendship had blossomed into something even more beautiful, something we did not expect, but both wanted. Things are stable but it was not easy fighting for it, I had to face the resentment and disgust from my family and so did she. It even reached the point where we almost gave up, but we realise that we are more than all the criticism and hate people are giving us. Together we are indomitable. A blessing. A friend is a blessing. Someone you find empowerment with, someone that brings out the best in you even if she is struggling too, the one you value, and she values you even more. A friend is someone who does not give up on you after a big fight. To the friend I share my worst and best with, I love you.