How is it like to lose a best friend?
I lost my best friend.
The one, whom I can ping any-time round the clock
The one, with whom I can blabber anything and everything
The one, with whom I share all my joy and sorrow
The one, with whom I can talk for hours without any topic to begin with
The one, whom I can wake up any time just because I’m bored
The one, with whom I can share random shit and feel comfortable
The one, to whom I can reveal what’s actually behind the disguise
The one, who slaps reality in my face when I’m stuck in a bubble
The one, who secretly protects me from everything I’m ignorant about
The one, who encourages me to take risks and changes my perspectives
The one, who warns me about the problems that I’m inviting
The one, who makes my confusion towards life look just so normal
The one, who’s my first good morning and last good night
The one, who’s on the top of the messaging list always
The one, who irritates me the most
The one, who makes craziness seem so cool
The one, who makes fun of every pic or status I ever share
The one, who will leave me fuming and still get away with it
The one, whom I miss everyday now, yet cant reach out
The one, I lost last year and started this year missing an imp part
The one, who will remain my best friend forever in my mind and heart
The one, I can never use past tense about!
This post is dedicated to that best friend of mine , who’s memories will always remain close to my heart.
Originally published at pratyu15.wordpress.com on January 29, 2016.