One day, you'll meet them: the ones who won't leave you.
They won't promise you to be always be with you, but they will.
They won't promise you that they'll stay, but they will.
They won't promise you to spend their time with you, but they will.
Someday, you will understand that we don't need the word "forever".
Someday, you will know that bestfriends are not something we create, but something we will find.
Maybe not today, maybe not as many as you thought, maybe not as perfect as you wished for.
But you will, you absolutely will find them, eventually.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was a kind of fat and she had a (almost very) skinny friend.
She was busy with all her plans to lose weight while her friend felt okay with her body.
She worked out in Gym, her friend ate all food she wanted but never got fat.
They liked to hang out together, but she also liked to make fun of her friend.
She said that she's a skinny bitch, she looked unhealthy, had small boobs, and other mean things.
She forgot what she said overnight, but her words carved on her friend's mind forever.

And now her friend's wondering.
Why people say big girls are beautiful but when people say "skinny girls are beautiful" that sounds very obsessed?
Why when people say "You look fatter" it sounds so rude, but when they say "You look skinnier" is okay? Don't they ever think that it could hurt too?
Do people always think skinny people doesn't need pity so we can call them skinny bitches?
Is it okay to make fun of skinny people like that? Or is it just YOU who want to be skinny so bad you start making fun of them just to make you feel okay to be not skinny?

The pictures from the first week I met you flashes in my mind.
We were eleven, knew nothing but your favorite sports and my obsession to be the best at everything.
You always said that I was bright, but you don't know that you always looked so cool to me.
The red tshirt you wore on that day, it still reminds me of you until today.
You said this is the story and it's about us, it's never going to end.
You made me believe, for once, there's a thing that could last forever.
But then, the fate stepped in.
I was the girl who couldn't stay and you're the boy who couldn't wait.
And soon I saw you walking with my ghost whom I wished it was me.

Time flew and we lost count.
God knocked our doors in the same time and we faced each other after a very long while.
He broke my heart, you gave me laughter.
After 8 years part, once again you made me believe.

Us still us but some things change.
I'm the girl who couldn't trust, and you're the boy who couldn't promise.
Even all the butterflies fly, we agreed to watch each other leave.

Then I saw your name again early this morning.
It's ringing on my mind, so clear, so bright.
But you're there and I'm here.
We're waiting for God knocks our doors once again to let the fate steps in.

You didn't know this.
That you were the first thing I could hang on and believe to, in this bitter and brand new city.
So now I'm pouring out what's on my mind.
I need to thank you for lots of things that we've been through.

Wish our story is not ended yet.