My ex-best friend messaged me at friendster. I was at uni trying to finish my paper when I decided to surf the net for a little while. Of course, did my blog routines then friendster. Looked at the top right corner of the screen. Hmmm.. 2 new messages, 1 friend request, 1 testimonial.
Interesting. Checked my inbox. Oops. Saw her name. First instinct was to block her right out of my life again. Then looked at the subject - Hello? And Hey? What is this girl on? Decided to stall for a while. Went back to my homepage. Clicked on friend request - her again. What the..?
Finally braved myself to read her message. Might as well find out what she wants. The letter was long. Eyes went straight to the good part. An apology?
Unreal.
After three years, she decided to apologise. And apparently I'm still her best friend.
You gotta be freaking kidding me.
Clicked on reply.. Started typing. Typed NO WORRIES on subject.
Then... Don't worry about it. I'm over it and moved on. Good luck, ok? We're both living happy lives now, let's keep it that way. Take care. Nikki Angara
Yes. It was short. It was cold. It was stiff. But that was all I could offer. All I could ever offer.
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Best friends in 2001. Her life fell apart. Mum didn't return from NYC. Dad had someone move in with them. Got herself pregnant. Boyfriend's parents didn't like her. Called me all the time for confidence.
I gave that to her. Even when grandmum didn't want me hanging with her cause she was doing drugs. Still hung with her cause she was my friend and needed me. Fifteen years of being friends.
November. She had her druggie friends over. I was there cause I brought her siomai. They were asleep. Went to the toilet to pee. Saw someone inside. A guy wearing a white sleeveless top. Told her somebody broke in. Her phone went missing.
Her druggie friends told her I took her phone. Laughed at first. Thought it was hilarious. They were dead serious.
The bitch accused me of stealing her mobile phone in 2001.
Stopped talking to her since. Couldn't be bothered defending myself. Would've made myself look guilty. Besides, I had a better phone than her.
Haven't heard from her in three years. I don't know what brought this on.
She's not much of a loss really. She was my friend. I was there for her every single time. I snuck around just to meet her cause I know she needed me. She needed me more than I needed her. Then she did that.
Fuck that.
Excuse my French.
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