afterword
oh dear bestfriend,
i agree that there's too much to tell you.
if you want to hear these thoughts,
promise me you'll not let go of us-
promise me you'll try harder to stay in this boat,
promise me you'll endure what ever there is--
just so we can still be best friends until 70.
who am i kidding?
we're just 13 with wild wild dreams,
but who am i joking?
even 13 and 14's could live life without limits.
we have to make goals-
no, we have to make plans.
i plan living with you guys in a house we would all build together and live there together,
i plan on fulfilling our promises,
i plan on having jobs with you guys,
i plan on coming back after i learned what the australian world was like,
i plan on staying with you until we can't see each other-
i am planning on staying. i will stay.
you, what's your plan?
oh i don't know- it's your pretty head.
just a word though- be confident.
remember that story we read in english?
yes, the daffodil principle? yes, i hope you do.
it says "one bud at a time" and we know what that means.
you, my bestfriend, should take one bud at a time.
one pulse on one heart, one by one steps.
and don't be afraid to go at the worn path, you know that.
be confident enough to tighten your ponytail (i insist),
be happy enough to smile even when your braces are paining you,
be emotional enough to let yourself cry like you did once infront of me,
be excited enough to allow yourself to produce that high-pitch voice you do whenever you're excited,
be yourself that you will never remember who you were (or the person you hated was).
be my bestfriend to know new things with me.
be adventurous that you'll have stories to tell when you're older,
be inlove so that you can at least feel the beats and breaks of that red clump of mess,
be that. be everything you want.
don't hide yourself behind your long straight brown hair,
don't escape in your blocking earphones,
and don't you dare go back to what's before.
don't care what other people think, as long as you know it makes you happy and it is right- do it.
that's all i ask of you best friend.
you keep on asking why you-
because i'm broken and you are too. (that's impacted)
and i don't want to befriend someone who hasn't known what life has offered me,
we may be broken in different terms,
but did you know broken pieces fix each other?
i will hug you so tight that you'll be fixed again.
i have never been this devoted to a bff my whole life-
maybe because i'm more mature than before.
you are what fills up my notebooks with papers and
blended pencil shades.
you are what fills up my call logs and messages,
my tweets and my mentions.
you are my bestfriend,
and to be honest,
i wish i found you sooner.
ps: fall inlove without me.
update: i give up.
