Essay on "My Bestfriend"

When we were small we used to have lot of friends whom we held so dearly. When time passes we realize that not many people actually like us. We will even be surprised to learn there are things that people like in us. Remember the times when we used to fight over our best friends?

“You are my best friend and from this moment onwards you aren’t allowed to have any other best friends”

And wherever we go we make sure we get our best friend something. You go to the beach you get them a cool rock or some sea shells. You go to see Perahera you get matching bracelets or water guns.

We just constantly work on our bestfriendship making sure they won’t leave us for another best friend. Oh yeah there were best friend thieves. Remember when you had to write an essay on “my best friend”, you wrote about your best friend and they wrote about another or someone else wrote about yours? What was that cheating about? It was treachery back in time. When that essay topic used to come up I always made sure to grin at my best friend and casually ask “ So if I’m writing about you, could you write about me?” just to get a confirmation that I’m not stepping on any toes here. I was overprotective over my best friend. I’m sure lot of us were.

Evening classes were more fun since we got to hang out more. We used to walk to our classes. We definitely over poured ourselves. Totally trivial conversations about who stole chalks/brooms, who got beaten up at the class today, who is mean to whom and other nonsense events.

If it got late, she would stay over at mine and we would giggle all night telling stories to each other. Some days I would stay over at hers. There were many paddy fields around their home so we used to get blamed a lot from the farmers as we ran through the fields often. There was a narrow stream around the paddy fields shaded by huge coconut trees. We used to dip ourselves knee deep in the stream as we caught fish in jam jars just to let them go again and again.

We never made each other cry but if someone managed to make one of us cry, we both would cry and there was no way anyone could prevent that.

I loved her. She was my best friend.

When she got a boyfriend, her mum came to mine and blamed me for being the bad influence and told “you know when there are parties we never invite you to them because her other friends never liked you”

I was a kid learning how to be a good friend and I blamed myself for years for not being one and when I say my first heart break was from a friendship, I mean it.

From that day onwards, I never let myself find another best friend. I know it’s been years and I should probably stop replaying that moment. But as I grew up I realized it was probably for the best and one doesn’t always find a best friend, it’s as rare as it could get; even harder to keep one and I never found anyone like her ever again.

It didn’t make me a hateful friend but rather someone who knows the real value of having a best friend, someone who cries over her friends’ subtle changes but knowing well that change is the only constant.

After all how wonderful yet seemingly impossible is it to write “my best friend” essay with all your might.

(Photo: Knuckels Mountain Range Sri Lanka)