“Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.” ― Dorothy Parker
I was planning for a remarkable, awe-inspiring birthday message, you see. The one you will bookmark and visit once in a while over the years when you’re feeling shit and you need reminding that someone cares if you’re down and depressed for many reasons and no reason at all. The problem is, I don’t know how to begin writing that message…because we all know we’re not the kind of people who get overly sentimental. Anyhow, we may not be the hugging or the beso-beso type of best friends, or the sort to call each other “bestie” or “my bitch” in person, but that doesn’t mean the friendship we share is any less genuine.
I’ve read somewhere that when a friendship survives for seven years, it will more likely to last an entire lifetime. Ours have persisted for six years and I know, I know that it will withstand for many years or decades to come. In those years we’ll continue to share our love for books and movies. We’ll swoon and scream over tv series and we’ll still argue over fictional boys. We’ll never run out of things to talk about and we’ll find time to have our morning runs.
And before this message turn into a big cheese ball, I’d like to say thank you for existing and sticking with Meann and I for a third of our lives. And thank you in advance, for spending the rest of yours alongside ours. Happy Birthday Clarissa!!!
Now this may not suck you out of a maudlin mood in the future, but these images might. They reflect some of the most blissful times we had this year.
And because I’m in a generous mood, Finn is yours for the rest of the day! LOL
