My Best Friend
[I don´t know anyone else in the world that compares to my best friend...]
My Best friend
I don´t know anyone else in the world that compares to my best friend. He is always there when I need him and always listens to me whenever I feel alone. My best friend is different; he sees the world with a new light. Every day he wakes up with a giant smile on his face and sings along with the birds. He also loves to dance and does not care to do it in public. Most people don´t understand why he does it and they usually make fun of him but he does not care, he always says life it’s too short to worry about what others think and I agree with him, that is why he is my best friend. We march to the beat of our own music. I don´t know what I would do without my best friend. The world would be dark and cold and I could never laugh again. He taught me how to be human, how to care about others and I thank him for that. I hope one day when I am old and ready to go, he still remains by my side telling me everything is going to be okay and that life will be just as bright on the other side. I am sure it will be, as long as he is there holding my hand.
I don´t really know why I am writing about my best friend. I guess I am just nostalgic because today, things did not go so well. I fell several times and he was not there to pick me up. I called him but he did not respond. He still doesn´t. I wonder what he is doing. I wonder if he is thinking of me. I called him again and his mother answered the phone. She sounded different today; she did not call me “sweetie” as she always did. I asked her about my best friend and she said nothing. My heart began to jump against my chest, I had a feeling something was not right and her eerie silence confirmed it. “Is everything alright?” I asked and she began to sob. In that moment I wanted to throw my phone and run to her house but I couldn´t. I needed to know right and there what was happening to my best friend. So many images flashed in front of my eyes, images I cannot mention because they are too painful. My sweaty palms threatened to fall to my sides but, no! She was on the other line, crying like a two year old and there was nothing I could do but sit there and wait for her words.
Silence was a torment and I know she could sense my panic as much as I could sense her pain. I had only been on the phone for a minute or two but it felt like more, it felt like an eternity. Why was she refusing to speak up? Why was she playing with my feelings? All I wanted to hear was that my best friend was okay. Was he-? And then she finally broke the silence, she finally gathered some courage and made the decision to tell me what I have been expecting for quite a while. Well, not exactly what I was expecting. This was beyond expected. Of all the things I imagined, this was not what I had in mind. My eyes widened, my hands began to shake. I could not breathe or swallow. My heart was breaking into a million pieces. My best friend, my only friend was gone. I could feel it now. I could feel his presence slipping away from my life. I shut my eyes not believing those words. That future I had thought for me and my friend was now gone. It was just a faint memory dancing in the midnight air. The words resonated in my ears once again like daggers slicing the canal, slowly, painfully. I still could not believe it. And then I heard it again and again. “He is getting married!”
I had lost my friend, my best friend. To another woman. Forever.
The end