Last night my boyfriend KJ and I
were playing this game where we were preparing for a compatibility quiz (Yeah right!) in case
we ever enter into one. (This of course had to be my idea.) So after rounds of favourite colour, favourite song,
which schools I studied in and what I considered my biggest achievement, we
discussed about who my BEST friend was.
Not that he didn’t know. He does know
that I have four best friends. But he wanted me to choose one out of the four
so he said “She (the friend I was on a break with) is your BEST friend, right?”
I said “I have four best friends.” He said “but
she is your favourite, right?” I said “well, each of my best friends is unique
and important to me. They are not equal. They are unique.” He said “They are
not your children that you can’t pick favourites. I know you have four. But for
me, she is your best friend. It is so apparent that she is your favourite. Don’t
deny it.”
I tried to ‘fight’ for my other
three best friends but well, he won. And there is a reason why he won, a reason
why he wouldn’t believe that the other friends could be as important to me as
this friend of mine is. He doesn’t hear me talk more about anybody than I do
about this friend of mine. He sees me talk to this friend of mine over the
phone so many times a day. I tell him about my friendship with her more than I
tell him about my other friends. I email him the pictures I click with her
whenever we hang out together. He knows she is my soul mate friend. Of all my best friends I fight with her the most and miss her the most.
So KJ
thinks she is the one friend I love the most and therefore, she is my BEST friend. Hence, proved.
How I wish he was wrong. (Because
I love all my best friends.)
Seriously, if KJ and I ever take part in a compatability quiz and my best friends come to cheer us, and when three of them don't hear their names as the answer to who my best friend is, they would be so devastated. If that happens, I am gonna ask KJ to do some damage control.
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