All You Need is a Best Friend

This is a write-up I wrote for a school assignment, and this is one of my best essays so far. Sharing it with you guys :) Hope you like it :)

It has been two days now. It has been two days since I came to know that my compliment was not received well be my best friend and now she hates me for it. A simple compliment in front of another friend turned out to be a disaster. She has not talked to me in two weeks. The exception is day before yesterday when she told me the reason for her aloof behavior.

I went into a moment of shock on the phone when she told and started crying. I was paralyzed. My heart skipped a beat. I could not move. Not even to utter a word. I did not see what was in front of me; instead, I saw her face. I saw both of us laughing on the numerous jokes we made. It was as if I traveled back in time and was looking at all our memories together. I missed her sitting next to me. I missed her touch on my hand. My ears missed her soothing voice. I wanted her back desperately at that moment!

When the shock slowly minimized, I cried my heart out for her. I wanted so badly to meet her; to break the wall that was separating us. I felt as if I would die from the pain. At that time, I just wanted her back. I wanted a world with Pooja and Ridhee and not Ridhee alone.

For the past two days, my eyes have longed to see her; my ears strain to here her voice; my hand yearns to hold her hand. Whenever I see her, I long to join her and have the fun we did. My heart cries out for her. I look at her like a car enthusiast looking at a Lamborghini.

But, I know it cannot be done. She has taken it to heart, this hurt. She is not someone who forgives and forgets. She hates me now and I can do nothing to change that.

I cry at home most everyday. I have started hallucinating now. I see her coming towards me and calming me down, then she bursts like a bubble. I see her in my dreams, swinging and laughing as if she has no care in this world. I look at her from a distance, paying attention to every step she takes before throwing the ball in the basket. Her steps. They are like a dancer's steps but aggressive like a lion's. When I see her, I smile to myself. There is no other joy than seeing her happy. But, there is also a longing within me. A longing of being beside her and catching the ball when she throws it to me.

I look at our picture before sleeping. A picture that I printed and framed. The picture reminds me of the good times. We both are laughing out hearts out in the picture. It is just picture perfect. I move my hand towards her picture. I touch her face in the picture and smile to myself as the memories come rushing in. I suddenly look at the door to my bedroom, hoping against hope to find her there. But, there is no one there. The silence of the night is like a loud drum being played to my ears.

I am awake until the darkest part of the night; writing this down. I wish somehow she would get this sheet of paper and realize how much she means to me. Outside the window, I hear a dog howling on top of his voice and I am reminded of the night the wall grew up between us.