Letter #8 Dear Bestfriend, I miss you. A chatterbox I'm. Walls try their best, but fail to replace you. Your dry hands were softer to hold, than the paint peels of my walls. Your shoulder was a better tear absorbent than my cotton pillow that gets wet with snot in no time. You know how quickly I catch cold. Will you please visit here, for one last time, to teach my walls how and my pillows how to deal with an emotional mess like me? Yours, Distant friend. Also my laptop is angry with me. I fall asleep in middle of a movie and there's nobody to shut it down like you used to do when i fell asleep during our movies. Snacks go waste because I've a sparrow stomach. How you used to always scold me for the mess i make on floor while eating. Ants try to be my snacking partner. They eat the tiny pieces of food from floor. Ants don't really seem to enjoy the margherita that you loved. It's hard to finish all of it at once. You never liked wasting food. I haven't eaten it since months. Until then, come here and tell these little ants, how yummy margherita is, like you made me eat it forcefully for the first time, and surprisingly, I loved it. Yours, Distant friend. #letter to #bestfriend #ittookme19years #yqbaba
