I don’t remember what day, time or place was it, but it was
beautiful.
At the beginning of all things, it is scary. It is scary and
dark and unbelievably difficult. You just can’t seem to make friends. You stand
out so much.
You feel frustrated for the move. You want to go back to the
past when it was all fun and no need to worry for the future. You didn’t have
the capacity to understand things as you do now, and enjoyed yourself without
the consequences. You wish to be left alone.
And yet that humane thing called friendship with all its
appealing things presents itself before you. You jump at the opportunity like a
mad dog after a bone. Your eagerness is awarded at first. Later, luck just
abandons you.
The whole year, opportunities and chances of ‘real’
friendship, as you think it to be, present before you and you either do the
same mistake as the past or just ignore it. In between somewhere you get
frustrated.
At last, you form a solid group of people you can call your
friends. Even if no one in particular, is a person with whom you can be
intimate with. You feel frustrated, because these are the best years of your
life, and you feel as if no one is there with whom you can just face the world
together.
No one to call your best friend.
And yet, you never believed in that. Did you? Of course not.
All the taunting questions of, “Who is your best friend?” were never replied
with a name. You always said “Everyone.”
You even believed in that.
But it’s not true. It never was. You need a good friend.
And then a rarity comes along, enchanting you, enrapturing
your senses, making you go crazy over him or her.
A true friend comes along.
And that, is what changes everything.
