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When we were three and five respectively, our parents introduced us. Our dads were friends in college, you see? And our mums neighbours. I hated you the minute we met because you pulled my hair. But our parents loved playing rummy and disregarded us like they disregard children.
We went on beach days every Summer, and on vacations together. We knew each other’s grandparents, and cut the other’s birthday cakes. You were my way into the school’s who’s who in high school, and I hated the three years we spent apart when you moved to another city, till I followed you there.
But my favourite memories will always be Saturdays with you. Eating breakfast at mine and dinner at yours. Our little sleepovers. Our little fights. The first time we kissed. The first time you fell in love with my best friend. The first time you met my crush on a double date, and you telling me to stay away from assholes who gaslight.
My favourite memories are Saturdays with you. My best friend, my soulmate.
She walked through the dark corridors
Of her past, reflecting on her future
Thinking of the dear, dear friend
She had crushed on for the entirety of her existence.
Born on the same day as her,
Older by an hour
Better by a mile
Running, memorizing the path
She chose for herself
Of cigarettes and magazines
Till all that remained of her was a filed paper
And eyes haunted by the ghosts of nothing in particular
Flowing through the dark alley,
Trying to find herself
What she had promised herself she would be
Trying to find her home in the wrecked alley
When evening falls, and the sunflower looked away.
Walking, pacing the dark alley,
Ghosts, masked faces
That’s where she met him again
Now looking better than his prepubescent self
His music playing,
Choking her with his six-strings
My last hope, thought she
The light at the end of the tunnel
Starlight in the dark, night sky
He would ease my mind, hoped she
Taking her in, comforting her
Cellphone in his hand
A lit cigarette in his mouth
Hair unkempt, a stupid smirk on his face
Shades hiding the darkness of his eyes
Looking straight at her
He lets her in, without reluctance
Little did she know, the empty shell
That he had a metal for a heart
And tar for a soul.
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