♥, *Rin

Day 309
To that particular Best Friend of mine


Someone whom I've known for 3yrs.
A friendship which took a whole lot of time to nurture and to cultivate.
The friendship which all started to grow through the additional times and effort spent outside school in that very particular hotel.


All the times spent alone, with our lives revolving around us and seemingly nothing and no one else but us.
The cheery times shopping in town, snapping away in front of machines, in front of our very own camera lens. The warmth we often seek and never once failed to find in each other's eyes, in a call, better off still, in the company.


That particular year of bonding. Leaving home and stepping back home together. Mugging together, slacking together, skipping lessons together, stressed together, laughed together, getting peeved together, being late for lessons together, getting caught in situations together, ate together, sat together, played together, lamed together, acted silly and laughed at ourselves together.......... You name it, we did it.


The additional injection of excitement in lives through sudden waves of infatuation at Tony & Guys Academy, pubbing along the lanes of Tanjong Pagar, getting into all seemingly drunk yet sober situations, getting excited and falling in love with the oh-so-wonderfully-delicious different-flavoured margaritas @ Cafe Iguana, k-stering for a whole 5hrs in the room with only us and no one else, the tough receivings we had doing outside catering, the biasness we received from people undeserving-ly and of course, the very specially-adorable wallpaper she created for me with so much love.....


A vivid recollection.


So much to reminisce, so much to recall and talk about, so much to cherish.
So much that we have built and maintained through the years, seem to all crash and fall down to earth in pieces just from that one text right in front of my eyes overnight.

A 3 years friendship, which seems to me, extremely fragile just after several sympathetic and seemingly entirely innocent and wrongfully treated sentences and explainings coming from one who's DESPERATELY in need for help and who has been borned with the power to manipulate he's words... So well that it suddenly occur to me that indirectly one's mind is being manipulated as well. So much so that the verdict has been summoned despite the hidden and untold miseries of the other, it seems. It is believed to be lawful. I believe in justice. Especially justice coming from her, yet, I wasn't even given a chance to say my piece.



Is this the 'me' she thinks so "highly" of?

Is this how much our friendship is worth?

If so, this is such a letdown.