Disclaimer: This will be the first of 30 posts under the 30-Day Letter Challenge. I don’t promise to post everyday or to post only about it, but I guess it is a good way to keep this blog alive.

Day 1 – To your Best Friend

Dear Mavic,

I think that when the powers-that-be paired people up to be best friends, they took one good look at me and decided that I would be the luckiest person in the world.

You’re my alter ego because you are a perfect complement to me. You’re graceful whereas I’m not, calm when I’m hotheaded, quiet when I’m boisterous, patient when I’m not. You do know that my parents love you? Until before we graduated, they still update me about you and when they see you in school. They’d push me to go out and see you, then berate me if I didn’t. They see, treat and love you as another daughter, and that would never change.

We’ve spent four years apart, through college and ups and downs, first drinks and last hurrahs. Geographically speaking, we’re closer now, but we still see each other rarely and talk less often than I would like. A major part of it, I know, is my fault. It’s hard for me to keep ties, harder still to email and text and call. You know I can’t really stand that.

That’s why I want to thank you. Because you have been the most patient, loving, understanding best friend I could ever have. I am ashamed of the numerous times I have let you down and I’m sorry for all those times. I don’t want you to think that I treasure you any less, because out of all the people in the world, you know how much I care about you.

Let’s be honest: we have a lot of catching up to do. We’ve learned to live four years apart from each other. Essentially, we went through college and led totally different lives. Sometimes, I grin at the irony. You entered journalism hesitantly and ended up embracing it whole. I went with only one goal to pursue and ended up getting lost on the way and taking up a different path. A little confession: you know, more than once, I’ve been jealous of you and how you’ve accomplished everything I set out to accomplish–and then I realize, I’m more proud of you because you’re my best friend. Sometimes, I feel that it’s my fault that we’ve grown so much apart (and this really pains me), because I left and I didn’t really look back.

I’m really sorry. That’s all I can say. Sorry because I’ve taken you for granted. Sorry because I’ve been a very disappointing best friend. Sorry because it doesn’t look as if I care. And I just hope that you hang in there a little bit more, and still be my best friend. Because out of all the people I consider friends (and I have met some great people), you are the one I trust the most.

You have never judged me and turned your back on me, even if I have given you reason to do so. Remember the last two years and how I forgot to greet you on your birthday? That makes me one of the worst best friends in the world. I would have expected you to get mad and stop treating me as one. But you didn’t. And that makes you a better person than I could ever hope to become. And it makes me proud that I have you as a best friend.

When I was working on my internship, I was telling my co-workers about you and one of them said that this friendship is a sham–nobody can stay best friends if they’re apart and only talking through text or online. I disagreed with him then. I still do. I believe our friendship has weathered a lot of storms, geographical miles, and changing times. I believe it will withstand a lot more, a whole lot more. When I’m old and seventy, I still want you to be my best friend.

I owe you a lot. I have a lot of stories to share, pains and joys to tell. You know I don’t like to talk about myself. I prefer to listen to others’ stories, partly because I can’t open myself up to people–even some of my closest friends now. But I want to tell you everything, because I feel most comfortable with you, even after four years apart. More than stories, I owe you more. I owe it to you to be a better best friend, and this letter is not enough to make up for all the things I’ve failed to do for you.

Let this be start.


With all the love I can give,