:: a toast to my favorite girl ::
The other day, she earnestly popped up the bonus question to which of course she was expecting a logical reply - 'What would you do if you were in my shoes?'
She forgot that her best friend is anything but logical so she had to make do with the answer, 'Darling, I would love to be in your shoes but I'm afraid we wear different sizes.'
It's downright bitchy, I know. But the best friend knows how much our friendship is built upon frank & tactful remarks and my bitchy answer could only mean one thing - 'I don't even want to pretend I feel what you feel.'
She is one heck of a strong lady despite her sudden emotional outburst which of course, only happened when she's all alone in her bedroom with her bears (that she talked to everyday), while thinking of the unnecessary.
She's not a whiner and neither is she a quitter.
And at times, a pang of regret washed over me as I recalled moments when I told her to keep having faith which she apparently did - the blind faith that nearly killed her optimism & her desire to love.
It's sad to be sailing your own love boat only to know that your best friend is figuring out a way to rescue herself from drowning after the tragic 'capsize' of her own.
Heck, but it got us to stick to each other like glue.
It got us to think of the little things that we've took for granted.
But most importantly, it got us to rethink of the word 'appreciate'.
I told her, her good looks could be a curse for she keeps attracting the wrong men.
Though we went through this and decided we are partly to blame for the wrongdoings in our previous relationship and the tears that we shed are simply payback to the sins we had committed.
The best friend & I tell each other what needs to be told.
But we had never once judged each other's actions.
It's a simple principle that we believe in; pointing other's flaws only mirrors our own.
I am in no position to let her know what and who is truly deserving of her and neither has she the right to tell me how to run my own life.
Troubled as she is right now, I still want her to be happy on her birthday.
And of course she knows her best friend is broke on her birthday, yet again. :p
I heart thee love.
The other day, she earnestly popped up the bonus question to which of course she was expecting a logical reply - 'What would you do if you were in my shoes?'
She forgot that her best friend is anything but logical so she had to make do with the answer, 'Darling, I would love to be in your shoes but I'm afraid we wear different sizes.'
It's downright bitchy, I know. But the best friend knows how much our friendship is built upon frank & tactful remarks and my bitchy answer could only mean one thing - 'I don't even want to pretend I feel what you feel.'
She is one heck of a strong lady despite her sudden emotional outburst which of course, only happened when she's all alone in her bedroom with her bears (that she talked to everyday), while thinking of the unnecessary.
She's not a whiner and neither is she a quitter.
And at times, a pang of regret washed over me as I recalled moments when I told her to keep having faith which she apparently did - the blind faith that nearly killed her optimism & her desire to love.
It's sad to be sailing your own love boat only to know that your best friend is figuring out a way to rescue herself from drowning after the tragic 'capsize' of her own.
Heck, but it got us to stick to each other like glue.
It got us to think of the little things that we've took for granted.
But most importantly, it got us to rethink of the word 'appreciate'.
I told her, her good looks could be a curse for she keeps attracting the wrong men.
Though we went through this and decided we are partly to blame for the wrongdoings in our previous relationship and the tears that we shed are simply payback to the sins we had committed.
The best friend & I tell each other what needs to be told.
But we had never once judged each other's actions.
It's a simple principle that we believe in; pointing other's flaws only mirrors our own.
I am in no position to let her know what and who is truly deserving of her and neither has she the right to tell me how to run my own life.
Troubled as she is right now, I still want her to be happy on her birthday.
And of course she knows her best friend is broke on her birthday, yet again. :p
I heart thee love.
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