Once upon a time, there were two girls. Both of them came from two different universes. They weren't similar. They were two different characters with some different dreams, hopes and ideals. But they shared a bond-a bond that was deep and true. Their similarities bound them close. Both of them loved cartoons and animes, UFO Baby, Orlando Bloom, Edward Cullen and an uncanny liking of making oinking noises over the telephone. They shared common passions, fetishes, goals, insecurities and fears. They didn't know what the future would bring, but they knew that no matter what happens, they will be there for each other. They were friends, and they loved each other, in the loosest sense of the term. Not just friends, they were companions, sisters.
Things go wrong. No matter how tricky you are, no matter how cunning it's impossible to elude the wretched, wretched thing that is conflict. One small word here, one snide remark there and suddenly before they knew they hadn't spoken with each other for weeks. They picked up their phones, and finished dialing the other's number before cutting the call. Unsent messages, mails that were written and deleted. They missed each other, but neither of them had the courage to admit it.
Then one day, one girl picks up the phone, swallows her pride and admitted to her friend that she missed her and what she could do to make it alright. And that was all that took. Three simple words that made even the most hurtful comments and wounds insignificant. For no matter what, they knew that they were friends, in the truest sense of the word. And more importantly, they knew forgiveness. The truth is, they loved each other.
8 years ago