To Dyan. Love, Sarah

Dear Dyan

To the bestfriend. From the bestfriend.

Dear Dyan,

I have specifically instructed you to read this when you reach canada. Of course I know that you'll read it there, since a.) You could not possibly read this in the airplane and b.) Because I'm amazing.In a matter of hours whilst writing this, you'd reach Canada. By the time you read this, you're probably all done unpacking. So here's a few things I'd like to say to you before you finally settle.

Anyways, I really don't know where to start with this crazy-ass letter, so, I'll start where most story starts – in the beginning.

First day of class, you still have your waist-length hair (not after you chopped it off. Now we have matching hair). You were wearing a top in the shade of blue and paired it with jeans. You wore your infamous scowl. You were a transferee from an all-girls academy, but you never had a problem with the 'friends department', you gain a number friends by the second week of school. You were (and still is) loud that I could hear your voice from the end of the hallway. We never were really close at first, maybe because you have this unfriendly look on you that basically screams 'fvck-off' or maybe befriending you never really came to my mind.

It was on the second month of the school year where we clicked. You started hanging with us and you kind of grown a soft spot on me too. We always stop by 7/11 to either chill or order Slurpee's, either that or we eat different street foods or go to Tita Pink's. I really liked your hyper and crazy side, well, because I finally have someone who can match mine. We have spent a lot of time together. Going to random places, attending series of events, but really, any where's fine as long as we're together (EW gross). The best time I have spent with you so far was SINULOG. I remembered sleeping over at your relative's house, just because we could not find a cab or any sort of transportation and it was midnight erready. I feel so out of place. I even have to take a bath there to get rid of the paint all over my body (I KNOW, I KNOW. MY FACE IS SO THICK). I reek of sweat, poster-paint and splattered beer. My shirt was unrecognizable and I even got paint on my bra! (Shoutout to bleach and bar soaps!!) We never really got drunk tho, we only showered in beer (courtesy of random people; I really don't get the purpose of pouring beer on innocent teens) on that day, where my hair never really got rid of the paint until day four, I imagined a year ahead of us filled with more bonds and laughter's.

Too bad you have to go

I am happy, really, that you get to have the chance to live with your mom and venture out to new places. I'm only sad by the fact that we only have spent a year or so with each other. I would have love to spend more time with you. But it's okay, maybe it's better this way, because if we have spent MORE time with each other, it probably is freaking hard to let go. But even though it's only a year, I felt like we've known each other longer. I would never (like ever) trade any of time that I have spent with you, not even a second of it. Because every second that I have spent with you, good or bad, I never regretted it. I am not one for sappy or dramatic speeches, but to hell with it, you are the bestfriend I never asked for, but been blessed with.

It's too good to be true, a friendship like ours, it is somehow bound to have a storm coming. We were all rainbows and sunshine, laughing and never giving a flying fck to anybody or anything. Like they say, it's always calm at first, because it's preparing itself for the huge storm to come.

Well here is the storm to our friendship.

You are leaving.

It felt so surreal, but YOU ARE leaving.

I have no say to that, it's not like I can stop you from going (And, no. I did not sabotage your plane. maybe. nah. okay, mayyyybeeee — yah, no. Too lazy.) But I really am happy for you. I hope this is not the END of our blossoming friendship. Long distance? HAH! That's chicken! We could do it, I know we can. But I know better than to raise my hopes up.

You're flying haft way across the world.

So Dyan, here it is....go make friends in canada, have fun, laugh hard, do bat-shit crazy things, do things you love, cry if you have to, but, please... remember that we are here, the I AM here if ever all hell break loose. I am your freaking MINION sister for CRYING out LOUD. If anyone's giving you a hard time there, you know my fb acct, wattpad acct, my number, my address, my email, contact me and I will go to the nearest VODOO enthusiast.

I may stand in the feet of 4'11 but remember I attended 2 weeks of wushu (pffft) but anyways, I don't need to tell you all this, I know who freaking DYAN is, she is the girl who can make big boys cry, so you handle this shit! So phew, this is a very long ass letter so every letter must come to an end so err goes

I have never been the perfect bestfriend and so are you. But I never asked for a perfect friend, all I wanted was a real one, and you happen to be just IT. Dyan, although your name is read as Dianne, I will never call you that because I love pronouncing it as DEE-YAN... God bless in canada, I hope you do meet JAI (HAHAH NEVER), maybe in an alternate or parallel universe we've never met either that or we lasted longer than this. But in my universe, I'm just happy to meet you. I will miss this. I will miss us. But this is not the end. We will still see each other again. Soon, my friend, soon. And I hope we'd still be the same crazy-as-fck friends.

You are on the other side of the world right now. But that doesn't get rid of the fact that I'm still your amazing bestfriend. I'M WEIRD, but I know you love me. And also the other way around.

Promise me, promise me that you'll never forget our laughter, tears, adventures, roadtrips, mishaps, rebelliousness and our fun times together. Thank you for the time. Thank you for shedding the spark of Dyan O. with us. Remember, if you fall, the floor is there and I'd be laughing at you, but I'll also be the one who'll help you up....and push you again. xx

"ayo ayo dinha sa canada, huwata nga muapas ming Donita. Ikawng boanga ka, ga una-una kag larga letchugas nimal! Hahahaha"

Till next time, D. :) I shall see you again, bestfriend.

Love,

Sarah