We spent really good times together. We laughed and cried together. Sometimes even had little arguments but we never even for a minute hated each other. It was like every little argument we had was deleted, over written, forgotten within seconds. It never really mattered. All of those little harsh things meant a lot but they never left a mark on our friendship.
Our love was strong beyond those little things.
I never had many friends in my life before. I’m pretty shy actually. Always wanted to have many friends but I never actually approached anyone. Liked a girl and wanted to be friends but always hesitated thinking I’m not good enough. I was that girl who sits in a corner, all alone, at recess. Never played much either. Always wandering about the playground alone with no one to play with. Everytime I tried to get along with the other kids I just made a fool of myself. I used to think that I’m just an embarrassment to myself and to my family. I met a girl in 6th grade. She was really intelligent. We became friends. We used to do everything together. She lived near my house. We even did group studies. Just the two of us. Celebrated our birthday in the same day. It was perfect.
And then one day there was a new girl in our class, much better than me. Higher grades. Prettier hair. She was confident too. That new girl stole my one and only friend. It was 8th grade. I made two new friends. Broke up. Made a new friend but it never worked out. And then in 10th grade we moved to a different city with new people, new school, new girls. I was a misfit once again but it didn’t matter because to me that was all I was ever going to be.
Then I finally became friends with a really amazing girl. Once again I was not the one who made the first move. It was her. A wave then a smile on our first day of 11th grade. Both went unanswered. Because I could never imagine that a girl like her would ever wave at me. To be honest, I don’t remember her smiling at me. I was that hard and unusual for my brain to intercept that someone would ever smile at me. It always thought that it’s probably meant for someone else. One and a half month went by and she still persisted. Sometimes I wonder what she saw in me, that she waited so long to be my friend. Then one day we sat together, like it was God himself who wanted us to be friends. Best friends.
We talked a sorts of stuff. At first our friendship was like a test drive. Looking for similarities and differences. We were polar opposites. She liked one thing and I liked the opposite. Like salt and sugar. Or salt and pepper. Whatever it is.
She was an open book. Ready to be read.
“I’m a closed book.” I said.
“Are you even a book? If you are. I bet it’s probably empty.”
How harsh but true that was. I really was empty book.
Covered in tears. The binding, so dry and stiff that it had cracks. There were times when it was soaked in fresh and salty tears.
How can you write a story with just one character?
These differences helped our friendship to grow stronger. And then she taught me how to get out of that corner and play with the other kids. That’s when I met my other friends.
There’s a lot of us now. The crazy one. The smart ones. The innocent ones. The insane. The sane. The intellectual. All sorts. I love them all. Each one means something. Each one fulfils some specific need. No one is less important than the other. No one means more than the other. I need all of them in my life.
It’s pretty astonishing to think that they love me as much as I love them. Sometimes I think it’s strange how all of a sudden people love me now. How I have so many characters in my story now, that it’s hard to mention them all, that it takes up so much time to write about each and every one of them. But I guess that’s how life works. I guess this is what growing up really means.
We start loving people not only because they love the same things as us but also because they don’t. We learn that we make friends not because we’re supposed to but because we have to. Because we need to.
I guess this is what Serendipity really means. It’s that unexpected good thing that completes your life. Out of nowhere you feel wanted, appreciated. Serendipity is what makes you want to live in this world. It gives your life meaning.
Since the creation of the universe everything was destined. So, just let me love you. -j