They say at one point in life you're gonna find your other half. Someone who's a total match with you and will love you in hard times and happy times. Someone who will love you unconditionally. Someone who you know is the 'one'.
Of course, Ocha is not that person.
Rosa Artia Wannee. I can't believe I'm going to dedicate a few paragraphs for this kid. She's seventeen now, just like me. And we've been good friends for more that half our lives.
We met each other at kindergarten. When we were five or so. We didn't like each other at first sight. She almost threw a punch on me the moment she first laid eyes on me. I can't remember the reason, but I don't think the feeling was mutual since I have been that happy-go-lucky, innocent girl ever since I was a little girl. *puke*
We fought a lot as little girls, but we would make up and forget about the fight the next day. We would just go everywhere together. Like literally. I would go to her house every waking day if my parents and her parents allowed me to do so. That makes a few people used to call us weird. But who cares right?
I know almost everything about her, and she probably does to. It's weird, and awkward, at times, that someone know you better than yourself. Now that I think about it, we almost never stay away from each other for that much of a long time. And that is kinda gross.
But it's okay. I love her. Not that kind of love of course. But if you ask me how do you keep a friendship with someone for twelve years, then the answer is love. If you don't love your friend, the littlest thing would break you apart. So I love Ocha, because it'd be such a shame if a twelve years old of friendship is broken. It was one of my few things to brag anyway.
They say when you have reach the seven years mark on a friendship then that friendship would most possibly last forever.
My friendship with Ocha has passed the 11 years mark now. I don't know about forever, but I think our friendship will stay for a very long time.
Bye <3
Of course, Ocha is not that person.
Rosa Artia Wannee. I can't believe I'm going to dedicate a few paragraphs for this kid. She's seventeen now, just like me. And we've been good friends for more that half our lives.
We met each other at kindergarten. When we were five or so. We didn't like each other at first sight. She almost threw a punch on me the moment she first laid eyes on me. I can't remember the reason, but I don't think the feeling was mutual since I have been that happy-go-lucky, innocent girl ever since I was a little girl. *puke*
We fought a lot as little girls, but we would make up and forget about the fight the next day. We would just go everywhere together. Like literally. I would go to her house every waking day if my parents and her parents allowed me to do so. That makes a few people used to call us weird. But who cares right?
I know almost everything about her, and she probably does to. It's weird, and awkward, at times, that someone know you better than yourself. Now that I think about it, we almost never stay away from each other for that much of a long time. And that is kinda gross.
But it's okay. I love her. Not that kind of love of course. But if you ask me how do you keep a friendship with someone for twelve years, then the answer is love. If you don't love your friend, the littlest thing would break you apart. So I love Ocha, because it'd be such a shame if a twelve years old of friendship is broken. It was one of my few things to brag anyway.
They say when you have reach the seven years mark on a friendship then that friendship would most possibly last forever.
My friendship with Ocha has passed the 11 years mark now. I don't know about forever, but I think our friendship will stay for a very long time.
Bye <3
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