To all my BFFs,
Before you start swearing, telling how this is too long for you to read, bear with me. This is a rare occasion. I am actually praising you morons.
You know how there are people around whom you don’t feel shy to stuff an entire cheeseburger in your mouth with the dressing falling from the other side and ending up like a moustache on your face?
Of course you do. You are those people (when I’m able to save my burger from your prying fingers, get your own!). With you, I can be anyone. The world’s most distressed damsel, the most savage stand-up, the weirdest salsa dancer, or the most confident (and hideously out of tune) singer, and you’ll be there. Laughing at, or with me; dancing beside me, singing along, letting me be myself, and loving me all the same.
When I make Maggie, I know that I have to make extra before you attack mine. I cannot buy something without getting one for you, too, before you ramble about how you want one, too.
The first thing I see on my phone in the morning are ten memes in our group chat that make me laugh before I even get out of bed. You’re not family. You’re not my home. You’re a part of me. And by that, I mean you’re the part of me that always gets me in trouble.
Because of you idiots, I always had to be punished for being late to class. And you really didn’t have to punch that guy who called me names (but I’m grateful you did). You gave me a home when mine didn’t feel like it.
I know sometimes I can be a bit of a pain. I take out my anger on you when there is no fault of yours, (but you do that too). And that is the exact reason why we are best friends. We get it. We get each other, no matter what code language I make on the spot, you get it.
And if you did actually read this far, here’s a truth bomb, you’re the best thing that happened to me. And we’ll always stick, stay, and slay, together.
Love,
Dia
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letter by Dia for The Scribbled Stories