The 1

Dear Briella,

I'm doing good I'm on some new shit. I've got new acquaintances, and am trying different things. Journaling, writing, reading, skiing, dancing, I tried it all. But then, I couldn't get my mind off the words which were left unsaid. Although we're over, we don't see each other anymore, you've got new friends, and go out with them every other day, I know that my soul won't be at peace, and will haunt the place where we first met unless I tell you what I had gulped down my throat before you said goodbye.

I know it has been years since we last met. Three whole years. But when we were together, inseparable and closer than the closest and strongest carbon-carbon bond, we were something don't you think so? Even years after, I can still see it all clearly in my head in 8k definition. Your dark, sparkling brown eyes, glisten under the golden daylight. That bob cut, which we both pestered our parents to get and used to go around at school, making your friends believe we were siblings. It is so weird that these memories are from six years back. Back when I was still in primary school. Back when you were my faith, my religion. Whatever you said, I'd blindly believe it. I remember praising you in front of my friends and telling them to be like you. You were so kind to me in our early years of friendship. But if you were still here, I wonder what could have been. But as they say, the greatest films of all time were never made.

 I remember us promising each other that we would remain best friends forever. Trust me, my eight-year-old self wholeheartedly and innocently believed that shit. I wish I had learnt that nothing lasts forever. Those moments of bliss, those seconds of epiphany- it was everything. Telling each other our deepest and the stupidest secrets in the world, were they ever 'secrets'? But I know I trusted you. 

You were my blue sky, my golden sun, bright, radiant, and bubbling with life, energy, and high promises. My hopes were higher than Mount Olympus, they crossed the limits of spacetime and reached heaven. But then, you had to go. Why? Why did you have to leave me? I remember you moved into your new house on my birthday. You did not attend my 10th birthday. And that made me so sad.

But I just wanted you to know, life after you has been rocky, full of challenges, tumultuous, salty waves, almost washing me away from the shore of the living. If you ever remember me and come back, I just want to tell you, I'll give you a chance.

It would've been fun if you would've been the 1.

Yours lovingly,

 Elora