Dear diary,
Today was Abhya's.... uh, I mean Abby's birthday. I saw her in the morning with her usual frilly short top and mini-skirt, hair flowing down, stylized using curlers. And believe me or not, I almost broke down when I looked at her and remembered what once was, but never will be again. Was that my Abhya, the one I'd actually called 'best friend' a few years back? I pretend to disdain her but I actually miss her a lot. The turning point was exactly two years back. I'd known Abby ( I call her that now too, she's just so..... Abby)
for only a year, but I seriously believed that she was my best friend forever. I guess she just has a charm about her, and she uses it. As far as I know, she's been leaving a trail of broken friendships wherever she goes.
Yeah, so two years back, the school authorities shuffled our classes and me and Abhya were separated. I thank God for putting me where he did, it absolutely mortifies me to think that I could have ended up like her.
That one year was when she became Abby. Okay, I'll expand, you know, one of those cool, hot and absolutely crazy girls who rule the roost everywhere they go and whom friends always nickname something modern. For the first time, my so-called best friend was too busy to ever talk to me.It made me furious, but I couldn't do anything about it. But believe me, I really did try. From then, Abby has always maintained a distance from 'nerdy' me. We talk sometimes, but never like before.
I didn't come out of that unchanged either, I started being less bothered about what other people thought of me and I kept to my own virtues. Eventually, I found new friends and was happier than ever before. I didn't and don't need Ab in my life. Yet sometimes, when I look into those eyes of hers, the charm starts working again. I resist, but I end up crying and thinking about my wonderful times with my once best friend.
You know, I still can't hate her, not with my heart.................
Today was Abhya's.... uh, I mean Abby's birthday. I saw her in the morning with her usual frilly short top and mini-skirt, hair flowing down, stylized using curlers. And believe me or not, I almost broke down when I looked at her and remembered what once was, but never will be again. Was that my Abhya, the one I'd actually called 'best friend' a few years back? I pretend to disdain her but I actually miss her a lot. The turning point was exactly two years back. I'd known Abby ( I call her that now too, she's just so..... Abby)
for only a year, but I seriously believed that she was my best friend forever. I guess she just has a charm about her, and she uses it. As far as I know, she's been leaving a trail of broken friendships wherever she goes.
Yeah, so two years back, the school authorities shuffled our classes and me and Abhya were separated. I thank God for putting me where he did, it absolutely mortifies me to think that I could have ended up like her.
That one year was when she became Abby. Okay, I'll expand, you know, one of those cool, hot and absolutely crazy girls who rule the roost everywhere they go and whom friends always nickname something modern. For the first time, my so-called best friend was too busy to ever talk to me.It made me furious, but I couldn't do anything about it. But believe me, I really did try. From then, Abby has always maintained a distance from 'nerdy' me. We talk sometimes, but never like before.
I didn't come out of that unchanged either, I started being less bothered about what other people thought of me and I kept to my own virtues. Eventually, I found new friends and was happier than ever before. I didn't and don't need Ab in my life. Yet sometimes, when I look into those eyes of hers, the charm starts working again. I resist, but I end up crying and thinking about my wonderful times with my once best friend.
You know, I still can't hate her, not with my heart.................
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