We were never very conventional.
Maybe that's why our best conversations as friends was via Inbox. Forty plus mails a day. Random, unconnected, yet beautiful. There is such innocence in uncertainty. There is such beauty in friendships that have unsaid boundaries.
Life teaches us that the best things come as surprises. They might pass by you everyday in the corridor. They might say the occasional hello in class. They might just be in the background, unnoticed but always there. And then some day, purely by chance, you realize in mild amazement just how much you have never noticed about that person. How they have a tiny mark just below their collarbone that you presumed (in passing) to be a birthmark, but which actually has a story behind it. How they drink bottles of water to stay up instead of caffeine. How they are never out of mouthwash and how they cannot eat unless they have yogurt. How they cannot watch movies alone. How they have watched Harold and Kumar and Kung Fu Panda so many times, they know all the lines off by heart. How they can sleep through an earthquake but wake up at 5 am in the morning to watch an NBA Game. How they eat cereal in the middle of the night and how they like their toast.
There is so much you don't notice when you are not paying attention. Then suddenly, overnight, your mind starts focusing on every little detail, every little quirk...till you know them inside out. Till they are committed to memory.
We were never conventional. Which explains days and days of uncertainty and confusion. Days and days of fearing things would change, and then realizing together that they changed for the better.
We were never conventional. Which explains why neither of us actually bothered to remember the exact date. Which is why it was decided by consensus, that it would be the 27th.
We spend years hurtling through our lives; looking for direction; looking for a motive. We run without reason. We move alone. In our effort to simplify our lives, we choose the easy way out everywhere; whether it comes to work or studies or relationships. We fear to commit. We fear being vulnerable. We fear acceptance. Most of all, we fear the ideal. We spend out entire lives seeking our own versions of perfection and when we meet someone who comes the closest to making us feel completely at peace with ourselves, we turn and we run. We fear exactly what we need and what we have always been looking for.
We were never conventional. So what we feared the most was losing what we had. What we had built over some time; a friendship so valuable, neither of us wanted to be responsible for changing it. Life often teaches us that the best thing we can do is also the bravest; to take a plunge. To just close our eyes and go for it.
Which is why, 4 months hence, there is not a single regret.
Which is why, 4 months hence, it still feels as new as 1.
Which is why I am in love with my best friend. My favorite person in the world, and hands down the best human being I have had the fortune of meeting. I feel truly blessed.
I wish I could do or say more, but distances are tough. And I hope this conveys even one per cent of how much this means to me.
I love you.
Maybe that's why our best conversations as friends was via Inbox. Forty plus mails a day. Random, unconnected, yet beautiful. There is such innocence in uncertainty. There is such beauty in friendships that have unsaid boundaries.
Life teaches us that the best things come as surprises. They might pass by you everyday in the corridor. They might say the occasional hello in class. They might just be in the background, unnoticed but always there. And then some day, purely by chance, you realize in mild amazement just how much you have never noticed about that person. How they have a tiny mark just below their collarbone that you presumed (in passing) to be a birthmark, but which actually has a story behind it. How they drink bottles of water to stay up instead of caffeine. How they are never out of mouthwash and how they cannot eat unless they have yogurt. How they cannot watch movies alone. How they have watched Harold and Kumar and Kung Fu Panda so many times, they know all the lines off by heart. How they can sleep through an earthquake but wake up at 5 am in the morning to watch an NBA Game. How they eat cereal in the middle of the night and how they like their toast.
There is so much you don't notice when you are not paying attention. Then suddenly, overnight, your mind starts focusing on every little detail, every little quirk...till you know them inside out. Till they are committed to memory.
We were never conventional. Which explains days and days of uncertainty and confusion. Days and days of fearing things would change, and then realizing together that they changed for the better.
We were never conventional. Which explains why neither of us actually bothered to remember the exact date. Which is why it was decided by consensus, that it would be the 27th.
We spend years hurtling through our lives; looking for direction; looking for a motive. We run without reason. We move alone. In our effort to simplify our lives, we choose the easy way out everywhere; whether it comes to work or studies or relationships. We fear to commit. We fear being vulnerable. We fear acceptance. Most of all, we fear the ideal. We spend out entire lives seeking our own versions of perfection and when we meet someone who comes the closest to making us feel completely at peace with ourselves, we turn and we run. We fear exactly what we need and what we have always been looking for.
We were never conventional. So what we feared the most was losing what we had. What we had built over some time; a friendship so valuable, neither of us wanted to be responsible for changing it. Life often teaches us that the best thing we can do is also the bravest; to take a plunge. To just close our eyes and go for it.
Which is why, 4 months hence, there is not a single regret.
Which is why, 4 months hence, it still feels as new as 1.
Which is why I am in love with my best friend. My favorite person in the world, and hands down the best human being I have had the fortune of meeting. I feel truly blessed.
I wish I could do or say more, but distances are tough. And I hope this conveys even one per cent of how much this means to me.
I love you.
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