Good old days.

Up until today, I still can’t believe that I can actually love someone to that extent.

You see, we didn’t plan to be best friends, no, fate brought us together. We shared the same birthdates, our sisters went to the same high school, we had quite the same taste in boys, we both loved hard. Our friendship was magical. We understood each other. Heart to heart sort of thing.

During the holidays, we’d meet up and go for lunch in the busy restaurants of Nairobi.We loved to dress up and take photos. We talked about anything and everything. We didn’t judge each other; we couldn’t talk behind each other’s back. She was my sister. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, cried together when one of us was hurt.

We had big plans after school. However, things started to go downhill. We stopped calling each other every day, stopped tagging each other on social media, we became secretive and distant. Our other “friends “started to tell me about things she said about me and vise versa. We hit rock bottom, we both accepted this fact. 

Who would laugh at my jokes, who was going to tell me all their dirty little secrets, who was going to pray for and with me?

Dear best friend, I miss you every single day, I remember when everyone knew that I was your bestie and you were my bestie. I miss when we’d fight over small stuff and both apologize. You taught me how to love and forgive in the same measure. I miss when one of us would go to a function and the other would be lonely, tough times! Remember when we’d save each other seats in the entertainment hall. They all knew our spot! That day when our boyfriends reserved a sit at the cinema for us. Lol.

I am wishing you the very best in life. I hope your dreams come true. Please invite me to your wedding. I will definitely do the same. Thank you for making high school more bearable,I hope you know just how beautiful you are. You are smart and I will tell my kids about you, about us.

I hope when we meet in heaven, we’ll start all over again. This time our story will last forever. Miss you, a little bit more every day. Hugs to the award-winning bestie.

Ps. Its hard to move from a broken heart but its harder to move from a broken friendship.

With love,

Bestie