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What makes best friends, best friends? There was a time when I called anyone my best friend. It was because I liked them. But, I was stupid naive. I gave trust so easily. I didn't know them not well enough. But I called them my best friends. And believed so. Until the truths unfold. Slapping me on the face knocking me to the ground messed up my feelings and thoughts. The feeling 'like' wasn't mutual. It was one-sided. I wished I knew earlier before I made a fool out of myself, because of myself. 'BFFs'? That is no longer a simple word. That is no longer a term for everyone. Anyone. I didn't let time shape the relationship. I jumped to conclusions. It was stupid silly. I wouldn't have known what I know now if I haven't learned it the hard way. I thank God for those miserable times. They taught me what it meant when you call someone your 'BFF'. I thought about it and I realized it's not that easy being a best friend. It needs time time to shape the relationship. Time to get to know each other. Their flaws strengths hardships feelings and ways. There must be understanding. Loving them for who they are. Also being there till the end of time. Not leaving but staying. That's what best friends do. That's what best friends are.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
The Best of Them
What makes best friends, best friends? There was a time when I called anyone my best friend. It was because I liked them. But, I was stupid naive. I gave trust so easily. I didn't know them not well enough. But I called them my best friends. And believed so. Until the truths unfold. Slapping me on the face knocking me to the ground messed up my feelings and thoughts. The feeling 'like' wasn't mutual. It was one-sided. I wished I knew earlier before I made a fool out of myself, because of myself. 'BFFs'? That is no longer a simple word. That is no longer a term for everyone. Anyone. I didn't let time shape the relationship. I jumped to conclusions. It was stupid silly. I wouldn't have known what I know now if I haven't learned it the hard way. I thank God for those miserable times. They taught me what it meant when you call someone your 'BFF'. I thought about it and I realized it's not that easy being a best friend. It needs time time to shape the relationship. Time to get to know each other. Their flaws strengths hardships feelings and ways. There must be understanding. Loving them for who they are. Also being there till the end of time. Not leaving but staying. That's what best friends do. That's what best friends are.
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
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