i have a best friend he is very sweet. yesterday my burfdae and he was oso very sweet.
Basically, my best friend's the most amazing guy I've ever met. He's literally like something out of a Korean drama or a Disney movie. And I don't even wish to compare him with all the princes and hot male leads because THEY aren't worthy. He's the kind of guy I used to doubt existed (but would still daydream about as a naive and stupid little girl anyway) and I was actually very, very sure I was right. But yesterday, I guess he decided it was time to shut me up once and for all. And that was pretty easy - even though I was adamant - considering the fact that my life is now the fairy tale all other young naive teenage girls just dream of having. Girls, if you want him for yourself, I don't blame you.
About God knows how long ago, my best friend started very mysteriously keeping his phone memo pad away from me. My best friend writes important things in his memo. And you'll know its very important when he keeps it locked with a password. Anyway, I briefly knew the reason why, but that was it. I obviously didn't want to ruin a surprise for myself. And here's the thing about me and surprises: I kind of hate them because who the hell decided that anyone should have to wait for good things?!?!? Then after I get surprised I start to kind of love them because who the hell am I to complain about having to wait?!
Here's another thing I'm quite sure about: most girls don't get surprised at 7 A.M. on a rooftop on their birthday by candles that spell out 'happy birthday', or by homemade muffins, or by a pendant with our picture and my name engraved on it. Or what about by devising an elaborate plan with my sister in secret for half a month just to surprise me and make sure that I will never forget how my seventeenth birthday ended? And girls love chick flicks. Girls wish they could be the Boys Over Flowers female lead receiving all these things. And they wish that despite knowing that such things don't come easy. Sometimes, they don't even come at all. So I'll admit it. I'm yet again 'one of those lucky girls' and I think saying that I'm an unbelievably, unquestionably, overly, genuinely, positively and absolutely lucky girl is a complete understatement. Even after all that said, I feel like I've yet to properly describe just how lucky I think I am. Best friend, maybe words aren't enough. So I would like to answer with a memory, yours to keep:
If the necklace was you asking me to be in your life forever, I'd say that my tears were my yes.
I used to think that tears of sadness are the kind you'd cry multiple times in a row. But to me, tears of joy - the kind you'd cry upon collecting O/A level results, or during an emotional 'haven't-seen-you-in-ages' reunion - were almost sacred. They're just these rare and mysterious little things; ghosts, kind of insignificant when they're not around, yet powerful, paralyzing and strangely stunning in attack. Not anymore though. My best friend intends to prove to me that ghosts are real. He redefines tears of joy. He sets the rules now. Best friend, very soon it'll be easy to say that you've redefined life. Or that you've redefined me. And best friend, I think you know very well:
We're redefining love everyday.
I don't even want to say thank you anymore because those are just two words. They're two words everyone tries to say differently on their own special day for the sake of it. It becomes an obligation and a practice. Best friend, if saying thank you is going to be an obligation, I don't want to. But that's barely going to mean anything compared to what I mean when I smile at you as though I've never known happiness, or when I cry as though I've never been moved. Best friend, what are you? Your existence almost seems impossible. But when I wake up everyday, the first thing that comes to mind is how real you are.
At this point it should be quite obvious that my best friend isn't actually my best friend. I just needed an easy way to write all of this and not have to stop myself because stinging is unthinkable when describing someone amazing like him. But what is he really? Honestly, I don't know. And I'm not sorry I don't know because I can't assign him a common label because this is an extraordinary guy in an extraordinary friendship. Girls, if you still want him for yourself, I don't blame you. If you've read this and you're now sure you need him for yourself, I still don't blame you. But back to the topic of not knowing - I do know now that if you want him for yourself, you'll have to get through me. Because I am irrevocably, crazily, devotedly, indescribably, so in love with my best friend, Su Jin Chandran.
Thank you for giving me the best birthday I could ever ask for
I love you ♥
Basically, my best friend's the most amazing guy I've ever met. He's literally like something out of a Korean drama or a Disney movie. And I don't even wish to compare him with all the princes and hot male leads because THEY aren't worthy. He's the kind of guy I used to doubt existed (but would still daydream about as a naive and stupid little girl anyway) and I was actually very, very sure I was right. But yesterday, I guess he decided it was time to shut me up once and for all. And that was pretty easy - even though I was adamant - considering the fact that my life is now the fairy tale all other young naive teenage girls just dream of having. Girls, if you want him for yourself, I don't blame you.
About God knows how long ago, my best friend started very mysteriously keeping his phone memo pad away from me. My best friend writes important things in his memo. And you'll know its very important when he keeps it locked with a password. Anyway, I briefly knew the reason why, but that was it. I obviously didn't want to ruin a surprise for myself. And here's the thing about me and surprises: I kind of hate them because who the hell decided that anyone should have to wait for good things?!?!? Then after I get surprised I start to kind of love them because who the hell am I to complain about having to wait?!
Here's another thing I'm quite sure about: most girls don't get surprised at 7 A.M. on a rooftop on their birthday by candles that spell out 'happy birthday', or by homemade muffins, or by a pendant with our picture and my name engraved on it. Or what about by devising an elaborate plan with my sister in secret for half a month just to surprise me and make sure that I will never forget how my seventeenth birthday ended? And girls love chick flicks. Girls wish they could be the Boys Over Flowers female lead receiving all these things. And they wish that despite knowing that such things don't come easy. Sometimes, they don't even come at all. So I'll admit it. I'm yet again 'one of those lucky girls' and I think saying that I'm an unbelievably, unquestionably, overly, genuinely, positively and absolutely lucky girl is a complete understatement. Even after all that said, I feel like I've yet to properly describe just how lucky I think I am. Best friend, maybe words aren't enough. So I would like to answer with a memory, yours to keep:
If the necklace was you asking me to be in your life forever, I'd say that my tears were my yes.
I used to think that tears of sadness are the kind you'd cry multiple times in a row. But to me, tears of joy - the kind you'd cry upon collecting O/A level results, or during an emotional 'haven't-seen-you-in-ages' reunion - were almost sacred. They're just these rare and mysterious little things; ghosts, kind of insignificant when they're not around, yet powerful, paralyzing and strangely stunning in attack. Not anymore though. My best friend intends to prove to me that ghosts are real. He redefines tears of joy. He sets the rules now. Best friend, very soon it'll be easy to say that you've redefined life. Or that you've redefined me. And best friend, I think you know very well:
We're redefining love everyday.
I don't even want to say thank you anymore because those are just two words. They're two words everyone tries to say differently on their own special day for the sake of it. It becomes an obligation and a practice. Best friend, if saying thank you is going to be an obligation, I don't want to. But that's barely going to mean anything compared to what I mean when I smile at you as though I've never known happiness, or when I cry as though I've never been moved. Best friend, what are you? Your existence almost seems impossible. But when I wake up everyday, the first thing that comes to mind is how real you are.
At this point it should be quite obvious that my best friend isn't actually my best friend. I just needed an easy way to write all of this and not have to stop myself because stinging is unthinkable when describing someone amazing like him. But what is he really? Honestly, I don't know. And I'm not sorry I don't know because I can't assign him a common label because this is an extraordinary guy in an extraordinary friendship. Girls, if you still want him for yourself, I don't blame you. If you've read this and you're now sure you need him for yourself, I still don't blame you. But back to the topic of not knowing - I do know now that if you want him for yourself, you'll have to get through me. Because I am irrevocably, crazily, devotedly, indescribably, so in love with my best friend, Su Jin Chandran.
Thank you for giving me the best birthday I could ever ask for
I love you ♥
