Acetaminophen

It's the start, and it's the end

I don't know from where should I start. But, at first I think I should thank you because of choosing an annoying, back-dated, lame and stupid girl like me as your best friend. 

You look so cute in that black hijab and school dress. You're not gold, not diamonds, emeralds or rubies. I'm saying this because you're more worthy than any of those metals. 

I still remember the day when we met with an argument, just because of wall magazine at 7th grade. That made our friendship so intense. I just can't ignore you, and that's the reason this account exists here.

You've always been there to help me when I need you the most...... well, maybe not always. Correct suggestions and...... maybe sometimes stupid, I got from you. You're so stupid and soft, you know.

I also remember about an incident that happened in 7th grade. A teacher told us not to sit together. But we gave a look, 'who's gonna listen to you?' You may forget this. Or, who knows, you've also remembered. I can't read your mind, you know.

Or maybe I? Anyway, leave that. No one got that super power. Sometimes because of some coincident, we told us 'long-lost twins'. I'd be really glad I was that.

You're so kind, you know. If a girl who spread rumors about you, said such a bunch of creepy words that I hate to utter, seek help from you............you can't deny her. You definitely should know about whom I'm talking.

You asked me a couple of days ago why I can't make new friends. The reason is, not a single student in my class is as imperfectly perfect as you. You're a stupid, careless girl, but have a heart which is so soft like the cotton candies out there.

You had helped me a lot. You introduced me to the world of literal works and music. Whenever I need mental support, I got you beside me, though you can't help me always. You try your level best.

       At the end of 2019, I was recalling the memories of my besties. From grade 1 to 6, I wrote everyone's name, and when I was about to write the 7th, I murmured, "The person who'll be my bestie will be lucky enough."

But, I was wrong. You're not lucky to have me, I'm. You're not like other besties who stay beside her, just because of her good time. When she fell in danger, her so-called bestie wasn't seen there. 

You know what? You're a thief. And you can't even return to me whatever you had stolen. Do you know what the thing is? My HEART, bitch!

You stay in deep of my heart rent-free, just like this account. My mind has many things to tell about you, but my hands are betraying with me as I can't express what you meant for me in words.

I've had said way too much. Don't think I'm flattering you. It's the truth. I just have only one request..........

Pleaseeee don't betray with me and don't mix me up with your other besties. It'll hurt me way more than you can ever think. It's my humble request to you.

At last, I want to ask u a thing...........

"Will you be my acetaminophen when I'll be sick of my life?"

Please Don't Forget Me!

Love You Bitch, More Than Anything & Anyone...