“I love you as the person I’m willing to write about. And if you don’t know what that means..well you should know that I love to write and I only write about the things I can’t get out of my mind..And in this case its YOU.”
Dear reader, here are the people I believe are worth writing for.. people who have stuck with me until the very end…the artists who have broken the monotony of the blank canvass which was once me..the mechanics who have cranked up the rusted bolts and chains within me…the chameleons who became my mother, sister, brother, friend, lover, doctor, lawyer, and companion.
To the both of you who have been the Harry Potter and Ron Weasley of my story, I thank you. For all the times I failed to control the outburst of stupidity in me, you were the patient menders that picked up the pieces and built a Lego house. The two of you have been the best of friends that hears the voice within the deafening silence of me..one smile is just a curve of the lips but to you it is a gesture of a thousand words. I love you both!
Mark, Andehl, Ieoh.
No doubt, my life would be plain and dull without the three of you. No words can ever express my gratitude for all those times you waited for me and for all those times you tolerated my childish behavior and for all those times you brought laughter and joy to my world. You have kept me smiling through all the darkness life brings. Like Albus Dumbledore, you have brought me my sanity by bringing clarity back into the cosmos. I thank you, little brothers (even if you are all older than me :>)
You are the Severus Snape of my story..(no, she doesn’t get killed by a snake. And no, her hair is actually nice.) I always thought we were enemies in everything..but you were always there to protect me even if I don’t often see it. I thank you for everything. Our friendship has gone through far beyond what the universe offers…We are both growing up.. And we should be proud of that. In all the acts of immaturity, I know we will always be there for each other.
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. I will never forget all those years of childishness and trouble and mischief and sisterhood. But I guess you have triggered something with in me- a fear that I will carry out as a lesson. I am not afraid of meeting new people but now I am afraid of meeting the wrong ones. I hope the best for you and your future.
It’s strange how the universe conspired for us to hate each other for 3 straight years and magically out of nowhere decide to forge a link of friendship between us. I will always remember our random talks and fun-filled fodtrips and all those notebooks we destoryed with our fast and illegible scribbles that contains what our subconsious thinks of. If stupidity is viral, I would blame you. And if idiocy is lethal then we would be both dead by now. But that’s what friends are for: we support each other through all the ups and downs.
You were once my perfect shade of blue skies. But the universe hates perfection. Like Robin of How I Met Your Mother, you are the person I have loved so differently that my love for you will no longer exist for anyone else. You are the Robin of my story- one who have shown me the beauty in falling…but one who will never be able to catch me. Thank you for everything. I am glad to be your friend, always.
You are everywhere most of the time but you always manage to keep up with time and find yourself right beside me whenever my eyes burst into tsunami waves. Though we are of the same age, you speak of such old language and wisdom. For all those times you have made me stronger, I thank you. For all those pats in the back and all those hugs, I will never forget you. You are the Katniss as I am Prim. You are an inspiration.
Life offers me the best gurus who have gone through all the worst possible case scenarios. Someone who has done stupider things than me. In this case, the universe conspired for us to meet and for you to inflict within me the hard lessons that you have learned in your own ways. I will grow up..soon. I promis…but that would be what an immature kid would say. So instead of a promise, I offer you my gratitude- proof that I have listened to you and shared in the pain the world brings. I thank you for being a part of my life.
For being YOU.