I think it is a miracle, even if it may seem a minor one to most, Friendships. Especially the one we share. I remember all those tricks, all those stunts we pulled. The giggly girls in white, trying to fight back, being disgusting, refusing labels. I still see you this way after all these years--as a rebel of sorts. A guerilla fighter against expectations of the way girls are "Supposed" to behave. I was feeling especially bad tonight, another traumatic dinner at home--the quiet tension, the desert storm--all silent, dry, parched and full of nitty gritty irritations not surfaced but covered. THen, I read your post on your blog, I felt tears and a deep gratitude of the moments we shared, the dreams we weaved and still hold, and I want to tell you whatever wishes you have for me I have the same ones for you. I am thankful to the earth below, stars above, to the wishing tree that you found me and I found you. Out of all those people in that school, you sat next to me in class that first day and never left your seat right beside mine all these years.

I don't think I have the words to describe the thankfulness and the comfort. It is more than a hug, more than laughters, more than songs sung, jokes shared, quarrels forgotten, time passing, growing up but never leaving really.It is more than all those, maybe it is a composite of all these, but it is also more, it is the silence, the unspoken wishes for each other's happiness, and the selfless bonds we share as friends. It is opening up to you when the world around is trying to close up, it is not being afraid to say the things I say even if they may sometimes be misunderstood, it is a deep trust that whichever corner of the world we end up on, someone is there, silent, thinking of you, wishing you the very best the world can give. And it is my strength.

I know these words will never say enough. But Thank you dear girl. Thank you.