Musings: Open Letter to My Best Friend
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Dear Best Friend,
I’ve been thinking and over-thinking a lot lately. But how much we have grown since the time we came into one another’s lives. We have always been pretty accepting about who we wished to be. Believe me that will never change. Even if you decide to dye your hair a violent shade of pink tomorrow, I’d still love you just as much as I love you right now.
I’ve been thinking and over-thinking a lot lately. But how much we have grown since the time we came into one another’s lives. We have always been pretty accepting about who we wished to be. Believe me that will never change. Even if you decide to dye your hair a violent shade of pink tomorrow, I’d still love you just as much as I love you right now.
But let’s
not just dwell on appearances. I am your best friend as you are mine, and
remember that our friendship is a safe place where you are allowed to be
whoever you want to be. I’ve always told you that you should feel whatever you
want to feel, without caring much about what the world might think of you.
(Believe me, as someone who has cared too much about what the world thinks,
it’s not worth your time. And it’s not worth ruining your mental health over.)
I am here
for you: every second of every day that you might need me. I’ll tell you funny
stories whenever you might need a laugh. I’ll sit with you in silence if you just want
to cry and not talk about what has gone wrong in your life. And I promise not
to give up on you, even when you’ve given up on yourself.
Now that
we’ve got our promises out of the way, let me tell why I decided to write this
open letter to you.
The bravest thing you’ll ever do
is let someone love you again.
We all have
stories, we all have scars. And we all believe that the heartbreaks we’ve
suffered cannot be recovered from. That the world has hurt us in unimaginable
ways. That there is no road from here that will let us find ourselves again!
Let me tell you right now, that’s the biggest lie you can tell yourself.
You are not your past. You are not your mistakes. And you most
definitely are not undeserving of
love!
Our lives
are hard. And we struggle everyday to make each day matter to us in some way or
another. If there’s someone who wants to share in your struggle, who wants to
know what makes you happy and what makes you annoyed and who wants to just be
there (besides me of course), please let that person in?
Just because
it did not work the last time doesn’t mean it won’t work out this time. Just
because someone didn’t know how to love you, broke your heart doesn’t mean that
it will happen this time.
I know
you’re tired of risking it all, over and over again. But without risks, there
is nothing else left in our mundane lives. I know, because I’ve always toed the
line and look where it got me. I’m just as hurt and broken and scared to love
as you are!
In this
life, no one can guarantee that they won’t break your heart. I am sure I’ve
broken yours quite a few times. But you still love me, and you’re still there
for me. I’m sure we have fallen apart too but we’ve always found our way back
to each other. We have undying faith in our friendship...why can’t we have the
same when we learn to love again?
I cannot
promise you that you won’t get hurt. That you will not end up crying at 2 am in the
morning. That everyday will be full of sunshine and daisies. There will be dark
clouds and grey skies, and there will rainfall. But I can promise you that I’ll
be standing right next to you, stopping you from falling down. That when you
want to cry your heart out at 2 am, I’ll be on the other end of the line,
listening to you as you blame me for telling you to let your guard down. I’ll gift
you roses on the days the sun shines a little less bright, and we can dance
together in the rain (even though I’m terrible at it) until the storms pass,
and the sun shines again.
This life is
beautiful. Our friendship make everything in the world ten times nicer. We
have each other’s backs. We will always be there for one another, even when we
forget to be there for ourselves.
Why are you so
scared? I’m right next to you.
Jump! Jump!
I’ll jump with you, holding tightly onto your hand –
And I’ll
never let go of you.
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Love,