23.03.2025
Some people walk into your life like they have always belonged there.
They don’t seek attention, don’t demand space. They just fit, like they were never meant to leave.
She is one of them. The person I least expected to stay.
If I had to start from the beginning, it would be the day she walked into class, a transfer student with glasses too big for her face.
She had the kind of presence that made people notice, but she never seemed to care if they did. Fearless, sharp, impossible to define.
She made friends easily, made enemies just as easily, and had the guts to joke about herself first, so no one else could.
I was the opposite. The person who needed someone, every new grade, every lunch break, just to survive the silence.
We found each other in the ruins of a broken friendship… left behind by people who wore bonds like seasonal clothes, used for a while, then discarded. She had been left behind, and in her loneliness, I found a reflection of my own.
Fifteen years later, here we are, still tangled in the same thread.
How did we last?
By bothering…no, stubbornly refusing to let go, through every phase, every mistake, every distance.
By swearing at each other’s crushes but never swearing off each other.
By having the same conversation about the same person for the 11145th time.
By trying to figure each other out, even when we barely understand ourselves. (feel free to steal these tricks if you want your friendships to last lol)
With time, we have carried our past selves with us.
I care too little now, she cares too much.
She fixes things, I let them break.
She treats her problems like her favorite lipstick..carrying them with her, never leaving them behind.
I don’t even bother learning from my own mistakes anymore because her life has already taught me enough.
Life has never been fair to her. I haven’t seen a single peaceful day for her since we left school.
She moved to a new city, first for studies, then for survival.
I’ve seen people give up too easily, shut themselves off when things get hard.
I am one of them.
But not her.
She doesn’t hesitate to make an effort, not just in life, but in people.
Even on her painful days, she never forgets to ask how others are doing.
She has always been the first to believe in me. The proof that anything is possible if you simply decide to try. She is the one always holding me up, always standing behind me when I forget how to stand for myself.
I wish I could do the same for her.
Wish I could be there on the days that feel like endings, sit with her in that city that never feels like home, keep her from feeling like she’s carrying it all alone.
Reset everything for her.
The other day, she said she misses home but can’t go back. It’s been five years.
"You can always come to me."
I hope she knows I mean it.
I hope whoever this friend is, you have told her how proud you are of her.
I relate to her,but maybe I get tired of always asking,how are you?
Not once getting asked.
It feels good being appreciated,I hope you do that.
And please don't say that about yourself, maybe she sees you the same .