My best friend of primary/secondary school years got married over the weekend -- but I did not attend it.
Still remember the day when I met her, we were prefects together, and she was a year my junior. We took the school bus for some excursion, and she happened to sit next to me. And because this girl couldn't stop talking (interestingly that's what she makes a living out of now), we spent the whole ride sharing our then decade of life stories, despite how shy I was back then.
Years passed and our friendship blossomed. Different as we were, I simply found her amusing, funny, stylish and earnest. She was also the best daughter in the world to her mom and dad.
Call it coincidence, but we went on to the same secondary school. Again we became prefects together, and we watched over each another like sisters. There were arguments and misunderstandings in between, but thank goodness we managed to resolve it some time after.
We spent a lot of time in high school exchanging notes during classes, sleeping over at each others houses, talking boys, loving music, and vowed that we would one day be 88 in our rocking chairs and yet be best of friends.
Sadly, those days have come and gone. Our careers and statuses in society have gotten the better of us and we somehow just drifted apart. There are times when I still feel upset and hurt, that stardom eats a person whole, but thinking back, I know that I have not done my part to be supportive and worked hard enough to sustain our friendship from dwindling.
Nevertheless, there can be lots of regrets in life, but the wonderful memories will always remain. Who knows, in 60 years to come, we might still have that opportunity to sit and laugh in our rocking chairs.
Here's wishing you a happy and fulfilling marriage, my childhood best friend.
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