We call ourselves Hottie and Coolie. Sounds lame, I guess, but we give a damn. We laugh over the silliest of jokes, we cry over the slightest of things. We act ridiculously stupid. We embarrass ourselves to no end. We prank call strangers, we have pillow fights and our gossip never ends. We fight like children but we love each other probably more than anyone else on this planet. We are besties or as you would call it, best friends for life.
Apart from all that gooey nonsense, I see a deep bond. A connection. It is something I will probably never be able to fathom. That undying devotion and affection she shows is hard to believe. She makes my troubles her own. She cries along with me after every heart-break, every failure and every disappointment. She dances with me after every medal, every poem and every post.
She knows I take her for a ride many times. She knows she isn’t my priority. She knows I despise her for silly things. She knows when she is being ignored. She knows she isn’t numero uno for me.
Despite all that, if there was one person who would walk with me to the corners of the earth, it would be her. If the entire world would walk out on me, she would walk in. If there was anyone who would plummet with me into the depths of the cliff with blind faith, it is her. If there was anyone who wouldn’t mind being woken up at three in the morning to listen to my woes, it is her. When hope was completely wiped out from the face of this earth, there would be one who would disagree and say, ” I’ve got your back, Coolie 😉 “