My Best Friend

You know when you were little, and you'd go to a huge shop filled with toys, you'd get excited at all the toys, whether it's the 2 meter long Hot Wheels track or the latest Barbie doll. But there would be this one particular toy that caught your eye, even if it isn't the most expensive nor the most extravagant, and everything else just seemed nonexistent, like monopoly. And nothing can replace it. Not even the state-of-the-art Iron Man action figure. Best friends are just like that.

As you enter someplace new, like school, you'd automatically see the ones who shone the brightest, whether it's the star athlete, or the queen bee. You may or may not want to join them and be one of them. Then there's this one person-or more, depending on your luck, who'd may not be either of those, but shone just as bright to you.

Fortunately, I met my 'monopoly' a couple years back. I first met him in 4th grade. She moved from a school near her house to the school half an hour away. At first she didn't talk to me in any way, I was the one who wished she would tell me her name. My friend, Javier, got to sit next to her and they started talking right a way. I kept looking at her, waiting for her to notice me so she would introduce herself to me. But she didn't.

I don't remember the first time she spoke to me, though. Somehow, we ended up as best friends. I remember her pouting and annoyed as my other best friend, Nadia, and my former friend, Dilla, sang Simple Plan's 'Me Against the World' to her. Ah, the good old days.

She was there in my house on my 9th birthday, and the whole members of my family was and still is very fond of her. She was there when I'd complain about how my crush would never realize his undying love me. She was there when I told her all about my late mother and her husband.

My other best friend, whom I met when I entered 1st grade, and my best friend whom I met in 5th grade, and I had so so many memories about her doing the stupidest things ever. We still have a good laugh over those memories.

I was always jealous of her being so ridiculously good at sports and she would always be so comfortable talking to boys. I don't know how many times I have been screaming at her for being so careless at doing homework. I would feel guilty at times, though.

I don't know how I could be so in synch with her, maybe because we're so alike, our minds work the exact same way. I would argue with her nonstop, and we both would make fun of each other too, but we would always go back to being best friends.

Even when she moved schools just as we entered high school, and we didn't get to hang out as much, we still kept in touch and did not lose our friendship. How can I, when we live 10 minutes apart from each other?

We would talk about everything and nothing at all. Sometimes we would be in the same room but we would do our own things, probably because we're both the only child in our family, we are so comfortable being on our own. We would talk about our family problems, complain about being grounded, argue about the other person's taste on men, and laugh over our own stupidity.

I love her to death. She is my best friend and I wish her all the best things in life for her. Doesn't matter if she would need to move elsewhere, I hope she could chase her dreams and have no regrets in life. No need to think about that dumb boy anymore, I am sure she will find her perfect match and if she did not, I would personally interview every single men to find the perfect one for her.

But, the most important thing I wish for her, is her happiness. She means the world to me and I wish only for her happiness. Thank you for being my best friend and even though things would be different when we enter university, I would smack myself in the head if we ever lose in touch.

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