When I sit here to write to you, my mind goes blank. Because our friendship never was about words. We never connected through words but strangely through instincts. From just looking at each other's face or just by a slight change in the way we replied to our texts we'd sense something was wrong. The kind of friendship which is rare to find & rarest to be understood. We had our share of misunderstandings and arguments, but each time that made us stronger & more thoughtful towards each other. Now we're at that stage, where even if we tell each other most terrible and hurtful things, we still won't leave each other's side. You know, we can show our grey areas, our flaws, our emotions, our true nature, only to people we know, will never judge. And we speak our mind to them cause we know, They'll stay. Come what may! To stay connected, people count similarities between each other, we did the same but we slowly discovered how different we were, at so many realms, & that didn't break us, but made us stronger. So, here's to our friendship, arguments, sarcastic burns, telepathic conversations, cancelled plans & all the insults. And as Shakespeare said once, Marriage of our True Minds.. PS. I hate you. #yqbaba #letterstomyhobo #4
