My Best Friend

In one random day, we just finished our lunch and were standing in front of the lift. At that time, my colleague suddenly remembered something. She then showed me her facebook wall on her cellphone. "Read this!" She smiled happily as if it were a very wonderful thing. It's her friend wrote that she missed her because she saw a little girl on the street that resembles my this colleague."Very cute, eh? This friend is my very very bes tfriend. Do you have a best friend?"

I don't think I have. Though, I answered her "I have a lot of good friends."

"That one is good friends. Not best friends."

"How do you define?"

"Well, you will just know when you have."

I'm convinced. No. Actually I already know that.

I have a quick thought I didn't have and would be happy if she said "Yah. That good friends are your best friends." I would be very happy if she actually treated good friends and misunderstand good friends as best friends.

But really deep inside my heart, I know I don't have one. I was just still too proud to admit. If I couldn't yet experience "He's the one" concept upon confirming our life partner and I am doubtful I would have the chance and/or perhaps I've agreed something like that won't happen to everybody, but on this idea on realizing our best friend, out of question I agree. We'll just know when he/she is our best friend. As simple as that. It's the sense.

So in one night, I texted my another friend and asked her the same question thrown to me to figure out whether I'm the only person in the world at this age that does not have what-so-called-a-bestfriend.

She answered me, "Did you just send me a wrong message?"

Which is no. Later on, she replied me, "No, I don't have neither. But it's okay, isn't it?"

There are 101 reasons I can mention out why I think I think normally a person should have at least a best friend, of course based on my standard, but lesser reasons why I don't even have one.

She texted me one more time, "Actually your boyfriend is your best friend." Continued on, "That's why people say when you break up, you are not only losing your lover, instead, the heaviest part is, you are losing your best friend as well."

I had exactly the same point of view, but it's in the past. I used to think my boyfriend should be also my best friend. It'd been a common behavior I guess. Two persons are courting with the history, they were best friends to each other. That was time I hadn't seen the meeting and the parting. When the parting takes place, in order to let life moves on, boyfriend is no longer a best friend. He can be still a good one, but he shouldn't be a close one. With this limitation, somehow my definition of the best friend itself has been ruined.

My best friend will know when I'm needing him/her. My best friend will be there for me at the highest and lowest point of my life. My best friend will stand by me no matter what. I don't really treat a best friend as a best friend if the relationship is actually based on love between a man and a woman. A best friend will also love you, but it's a different kind of love, surpassing a lot of other things. You can always argue with him/her, mess up the things together, quarreling over years for goodness, but each knows they will get back together, with stronger love, love between friends.

If he/she, my best friend, would ever exist, I'm wanting so much to know how he/she looks like. If the chance ever comes... But for the time being, the closest figure I can get is only myself and no any other choices but I have to live with it.