.For our hearts are never far apart.
She called.
I was reading fanfiction online, eyes nearly shutting from the fatigue of the day.
She was bored while working and I was trying to straddle taking in the beautifully-spun story and keeping up a meaningful conversation.
I'd given up reading the story, and plopped down on the sofa, to concentrate on our conversation, which most would consider strange, disjointed ramblings.
Strange, disjointed ramblings which I would not have with anyone else other than my best friend, seeing how the opportunity cost is some hours of deeply-gratifying reading.
She had mentioned a music piece during our conversation which I found vaguely familiar...she had grumbled about loaning out the music score and not having gotten it back (a common problem we both share, and for which I am guilty of occasionally)... I merely went 'hmmmm' and chuckled. As I am writing now, it occurs to me that that's the way our conversations always go -- always appearing as if one didn't care what the other was saying. And I know deep in my heart that I would only be able to hold these kind of conversations with her. We would call each other just to ramble randomly about our lives... usually eliciting nothing but seemingly half-hearted responses. And I thought just now... how we are able to understand each other's need to unload some trifling complains about life and some mundane issues...and the seemingly half-hearted 'hmmms and ummmms' are just what we expect and want, comforting in a strange way. Sometimes we would simply listen to each other breathe, without being prisoner to the awkwardness silence frequently bring.
In any case, after she hung up, I realised I wanted to listen to a piece which I re-discovered in my music library...after finding its melodious musings a soothing balm a couple of days ago. I was momentarily stunned when I saw the name of the piece... Gymnopedie No. 1 by Satie - The piece she was talking about. And I wonder why I am even surprised as I gave her a call... afterall, we are able to look at each other and laugh simultaneously, sharing some unknown joke.
If anything at all... I had thought before and am thinking now that she truly is a blessing...an angel without wings, and so long as I have her in my life, life itself is worth living. This is not the first time I am thinking how perfect my best friend truly is... sometimes... I would feel that I'm unworthy of her friendship...and I'll be lying if I said I haven't been jealous of her.
But a few things will always stay true: I love her for being her, am grateful that she's in my life and pray we'll always remain this way till the end of time (:
I was reading fanfiction online, eyes nearly shutting from the fatigue of the day.
She was bored while working and I was trying to straddle taking in the beautifully-spun story and keeping up a meaningful conversation.
I'd given up reading the story, and plopped down on the sofa, to concentrate on our conversation, which most would consider strange, disjointed ramblings.
Strange, disjointed ramblings which I would not have with anyone else other than my best friend, seeing how the opportunity cost is some hours of deeply-gratifying reading.
She had mentioned a music piece during our conversation which I found vaguely familiar...she had grumbled about loaning out the music score and not having gotten it back (a common problem we both share, and for which I am guilty of occasionally)... I merely went 'hmmmm' and chuckled. As I am writing now, it occurs to me that that's the way our conversations always go -- always appearing as if one didn't care what the other was saying. And I know deep in my heart that I would only be able to hold these kind of conversations with her. We would call each other just to ramble randomly about our lives... usually eliciting nothing but seemingly half-hearted responses. And I thought just now... how we are able to understand each other's need to unload some trifling complains about life and some mundane issues...and the seemingly half-hearted 'hmmms and ummmms' are just what we expect and want, comforting in a strange way. Sometimes we would simply listen to each other breathe, without being prisoner to the awkwardness silence frequently bring.
In any case, after she hung up, I realised I wanted to listen to a piece which I re-discovered in my music library...after finding its melodious musings a soothing balm a couple of days ago. I was momentarily stunned when I saw the name of the piece... Gymnopedie No. 1 by Satie - The piece she was talking about. And I wonder why I am even surprised as I gave her a call... afterall, we are able to look at each other and laugh simultaneously, sharing some unknown joke.
If anything at all... I had thought before and am thinking now that she truly is a blessing...an angel without wings, and so long as I have her in my life, life itself is worth living. This is not the first time I am thinking how perfect my best friend truly is... sometimes... I would feel that I'm unworthy of her friendship...and I'll be lying if I said I haven't been jealous of her.
But a few things will always stay true: I love her for being her, am grateful that she's in my life and pray we'll always remain this way till the end of time (: