Tomorrow is your birthday.
Happy Birthday.
My tears flowed. So naturally in front of my laptop.
So much to say to you yet there will not be any chance for me to. Much as I want to celebrate your special day with you, but you have already rejected my invitation.
I thought back those days we spent together. Cried and laughed. Where we were always there for each other. Good or bad. How many times we have celebrate New Years together, even Valentines' Day too.
You are closest to me. Closer to me than my cousins. Closer to me than all my friends. Closer to me than my colleagues. Closest. Even closer to me than any of my ex-boyfriends.
All started with a simple "Hi" during school days, and that was actually 22 years ago. Keeping all the letters you have sent to me all these years, in a special box. Amazingly, we kept this Friendship for 22 years, even though there was this long period of time we haven't met each other. Fate brought us back, and we felt naturally close since the meet.
2 days ago, everything changed. There was no longer discussions on where to celebrate your birthday and New Year. There was no longer gossips about men we dated. There was no longer chats on the updates of our lives. There was no longer rants of our work.
There was hardly any conversations.
Because of a different 'viewpoint'.
While everyone is celebrating Christmas in joy, I thought of you.
I thought I was your best friend, but now I know, I am your worst friend.
This moment that I cried, sincerely, I hoped someone else could replace me and treat you better. Babe, you know I love you.
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