Dear long distance best friend,

Dear long distance best friend,

You know who you are. This is to you, to us, and to the amazing friendship we share that has nothing but strengthened over the years. Cheers.

I was the person who didn't believe in friendships. Solitude was all I seeked because people seemed annoying. I was reluctant making friends here, and so the thought of befriending someone so far away from me was distant. Then you happened.

I had thought internet friendships would be easy, it wouldn't involve meeting up and hanging out and being at each others' constant beck and call. It would not involve all the regular stuff, and that's why it'd be less complicated and more interesting. Being the introvert I am, it seemed the ideal friendship to me.

Years passed by and things didn't seem to deteriorate. They enhanced my life instead. Your friendship has brought out the patient side in me, because sometimes all I want to do is run to you and hug you tight and never let you go because you are my person. Yes, you're my person. You're the one who knows me inside out, all that I show and don't show to the world, all that I am and am not, all that I want and don't want to be, you know everything and you don't judge me.

You give me life lessons and advices I can't help but follow. Neither of us are perfect people, but you've complemented me in such a way that you overshadow my imperfections and make me feel complete again. I don't know what I have possibly done to deserve your friendship. You're the best.

You're a part of me; I'm not whole without you. You're the person I'd turn to if I face a life crisis. You're the one who I'll trust enough to show my hidden self, the one nobody knows exists. I sometimes wonder, how the hell did we even get so close?

I just wanted to tell you that you matter. You're amazing and I'm never letting you go for anybody in this world. Like Phoebe had once said, "boyfriends and girlfriends are going to come and go, but this is for life."

You're my best friend, and I know it's a really cheesily weird thing to say, but you are. And I love you. You're my favorite human, now and always. And you're not allowed to love anyone else more than me, alright?

There is only one reason to be in each others' lives when we stay so far away, and that is we want to be in each others' lives. I'm not shying out from taking any efforts because I want us to be friends forever. All the things we've shared till today, all the happy and sad moments, all the jokes and of course, memes, it just means too much to me.

You're my 2 am friend, when I'm breaking down so bad that only someone as close as you to me can fix me. You're also my 2 pm friend when I'm hanging out with people here, or I'm busy with my work. You're mine, okay?

I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to meet up with people but meeting you is something that I'm looking forward to. You better feel special, and come to meet me soon.

No matter what happens, no matter where we are, no matter what the circumstances, I'm always going to be there for and with you. Even though I cannot give you a shoulder then and there, or I cannot hug you to make you feel better when you're low, you know that I'm just a call away. I'll drop everything and I'll be there for you, I promise. You've been with me in my hard times and good times, and I promise to be with you too.

I am out of words, but everything comes down to the simple fact that I love you. You're the best person I could ever ask for, and I'm never letting you go.

Your best friend in all times,
Me.

The Girl In The Mirror

Dear girl in the mirror,

I see you standing right in front of me. You're smiling right now. You've had a pretty amazing day and you've had fun and enjoyed and everything, but now is the time you're taking off that mask slowly. As the first layer comes off, I see you almost equally smiling, just a shred less than before but that might even go unnoticed if I weren't you. The second layer's erasure shows a little more of You - Me. As the layers keep coming off, the vibrant smile seems to fade and the skin starts to look pale, almost dry, still somehow dampened by your own tears. When the final layer comes off, you break down. Tears stream down your face and you cover your mouth with your hand because you're afraid of making any noise so as to not make others worried but what you don't understand is that I see you. You sigh a deep sigh and the first words that leave your mouth sound like "I love him," sharply and alternatively, very smartly emphasizing on 'love' as well as 'him.'
Heartbreak is so overrated, I would think, it wouldn't be such a big deal that people bleed poetries and weave words to resonate with its intensity and meaning. Love, I thought, was something only idiots felt. How can someone be so important to you that you tend to be so taken over by them that you forget yourself? How does one value someone so much that they tend to crash down and stop functioning without them? How is that even possible to consider someone so worthy that you defy your own self and your entire set of beliefs for that one single person? Wait till you fall head over heels with somebody, and now I understand the depth of the pain. Well I still think the same, heartbreaks are overrated, but there's a reason why. I see you crying and crashing down in front of me and I understand the reason.
"What if I never get over him? What if I'm never able to love anyone else ever again? Will I even be okay some day, or will I just get used to the pain?" You ask me, looking straight into my eyes, and I calmly just stay mum, because I have no answer to give you. I know this isn't how it will be and I know you'll love again and live again, but I don't say it because even though you ask me and want me to answer you, I know you won't believe a word of what I say. I see you so submerged in your pain and tears that aren't seeming to stop, that you won't trust me for any optimistic opportunity.
How will I even trust again? You think.
How will I ever love again? You will.
How will I ever be okay? Well, I can't say that.
Hey, girl in the mirror, I hear you say you feel a hole in your gut, and you feel it expanding too, and that it feels like one day, it'll get even bigger than you. I know it's not possible but you say that and I hear you. It never stops hurting, does it? You always remember the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke, the way he grinned with his tongue between his teeth, the way your heart always skipped a beat when he held you, everything, all that's happened between you, it all makes you feel a little more miserable than the last time. You love him, and your heart may never accept the fact that you'll never get to be with him, but I see you everyday in this mirror, and I know you're getting better and better, and I know one day, you'll heal. I like to believe that.

Love, 

The girl on the other side.