Late last year, I’ve decided to stop thinking of looking for the one true best friend for a good couple of reasons (one is my high school “best friend” who has disappointed me a lot the past few years, and two is because I thought I was kind of getting old for that thing already). But lately, I’ve come around into thinking about the whole best friends thing again.
It all started when a good friend of mine said that I am one of his best friends. He is one of mine, too, but I never really thought that he felt that way as we’re so far away, living in different cities. However, we’re still pretty tight because we’ve managed to keep great communication, way better than what we had when he was still living here.
Well, as I’ve said, I wasn’t really planning on looking at it the way traditional, cliched best friends are, because I’m really scared that if we ever jumped to that kind of relationship, things will get waaay complicated. And I don’t want that. I like it just like this. This is pure bliss. We can tell everything to each other and never fear of any kind of judgement.
Then this thought hit me. i shouldn’t take this thing too heavily, because if I did that, I’m afraid that I’ll end up romanticizing it, in the end complicating things myself. I really think that I should just forget about the term, though.
Anyway, I am really happy that he feels the same way. I mean, I am really, really happy having him as a friend. I’m just really happy, I’m kind of scared of losing this feeling already.