Most of the time when we make friends, we would talk to them occasionally or on topics that required us to interact together. Like in a randomly assigned group, of if things that one has more knowledge in. Other than that, it would just be slight nods and timid smiles whenever we bump into each other.
However, I got the chance to not only be your friend but to be your bestfriend. To start with, we didn't really have much in common. So the question on how we managed to click is definitely an inquiry that lingers in my head.
It has been great to be your bestfriend. At first, I thought I was the only one feeling so. And how you would always find a seat next to me. I honestly came to the conclusion you only sat near me for candy. However, that day, out of the blue, you dedicated a post to me on social media, thanking me for being your bestfriend, I was left shocked at your sudden gesture of appreciation.
From that moment on, we began to share numerous life stories and be the first person to reach whenever there was exciting news to tell. Also being there to comfort each other. But the thing that I remember the most was that moment you came to me so anxiously, asking me to end the internal debate of yours on whether you should confess to your crush or not.
Those puffed up cheeks tainted with obvious blush, oh how I didn't let go of the chance to tease you because of that. Being slightly mean, you made it clear that it was regretful that you came to me on the subject, well aware from the start that I wouldn't easily help you.
Ultimately, I did end up helping and you managed to ask her out on a date. Bad thing was, you came to me yet again, to help you plan the date. I didn't feel burdened despite sarcastically annoyed you throughout the process. I felt jolly that my bestfriend has matured and took a leap of faith in love.
Thank you for making me a part of your embarrassing, anxious moments in life. I'm glad I had a helping hand in making my bestfriend happy.
