My Best Friend

If she had not existed, I would not have the capability in writing this, nor would I have the courage to join this competition. I could not imagine where I am right now, if I had not meet her five years ago. She was my savior; who saved me from the wrong path of life, my teacher; who woke me up from the nightmare and showed me the light, and too, my best friend; who took every step with me throughout happiness and sadness. She was the only one, who praised my passion in writing, instead of mocking the flaws in my grammar. In addition, she was too, my personal editor who never got over with correcting my mistakes. She was the only person, who relentlessly persuading me in my effort to publish a novel of my own.

She was just an ordinary human, a peer of mine, who studied with me in the same school and same class since we first stepped into the world of secondary education. We grew up together, spent great time together, and often finished each other’s sentences. She was not the only friend I have, though. We were friends of four, but she was the one whom I was closest to.

It was last two years when our friendship was put into a test. It was too, the nadir of my life and worse, when all my support melted away when I really needed it. I was in a battle within myself, the hardest combat that I had ever faced. My studies dropped so badly and my parents blamed it on my obsession of writing that it made me neglect my responsibility. In the struggle, I lost all my hope. I had even lost my desire to the thing I enjoyed doing the most. In the end, I even decided to give up on my dream of being a writer. Sometimes, the whisper of my mind persuading me to end this painful war was so loud that I could cry out of desperation and take my own life. 

In the darkness, I heard only her voice and saw only her face. She was the light leading me out of the primrose path to ruins. She was the one who saved my passion from drowning in the sea of my own tears. With her words ‘life is not at its worst when people around you give you up, it’s when you give up yourself’ suddenly, my spirits returned. She walked me out from this pathetic thought and gave me a new hope. Only now, I realize how stupid I was to give up when I have put so much effort in making myself a better writer.

It was already five years this precious relationship has lasted and I am so grateful that it is still lasting until today. Yet, we all, as humans have to grow up and walk on our separate ways to pursue for what we want for the future. Everything is history now, buried by time. Whenever I see two best friends walking pass me, it drags me back to the sweet reminiscences of those days when I was still having my best friend with me all the times. I miss her every moment when I have to walk alone. I should have cherished before she vanished.