And then one fateful day, you left.
Remember how we bonded over How Long Will I love you by The Waterboys. ”They don’t make that kind of music anymore” you said. I couldn’t agree more. Not then. Not ever.
We had plenty in common. Sharing similar hobbies, inclination to the same topics of interest, Frangipani being our favourite flower, The Theory of Everything and Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind being our all time favourite movies; we could barely keep ourselves from falling in love with the kind of friendship we shared.
It was different in its own, unresembling way. We never thought that texting each other about our daily lives or making sure that one of us called the other in times of need was something that was ought to be done to keep our friendship alive.
Ours was a friendship that I would never forget. Perhaps the way we made each other feel was all.
Ours was a friendship that made me realize that we don’t always need someone to ‘be there’. Friendships are much more than that. You might not even pick up my call at midnight and I would still be fine. Friendships don’t need to be validated. It’s not math.
Just a little help here and there, and some conversations about how the infinite universe makes our problems seem so very insignificant keeps it alive.
Infinite boulevard 