A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need. (NLT)

Friendship is a wonderful wonderful wonderful thing.

I met my best friend when I was 7. She was 6. We both played piano with the same teacher and were put together due to our closeness in age to be duet partners. Ohhhhh how we fought. “You are wrong. I am right. It’s your fault, not mine.” We exchanged fiery retorts and accusations to one another, playing off key, unsynchronized, squeezed into a piano bench only meant for one.

We became frenemies. Friends by force, enemies by choice.

Take that a couple years later, and I have just found out that she has gotten into the same middle school. I was hoping she hadn’t gotten in as all my memories were ones of failed piano lessons and awkward elbow jabbing and little girl fights. As I heard her chat happily about her acceptance, secretly I groaned and dreaded the moment I would have to spend 5 out of 7 days of the week with her .

Ironically, it was during middle school that I began to consider her my best friend.

We struggled through middle school together. We became close and closer, forced together by Chinese school and piano lessons and same classes and urging parents. Looking back, our closeness and our friendship came due to odd coincidences and shallow thoughts, some that I don’t even like to admit. We were both Chinese-American girls in the same grade at the same school. We had pressures from our parents and the same likes and dislikes and even the same stupid sense of humor.

And the crush. 

We had the same crush. He had piercing blue eyes and light blond hair. Athletic and smart, funny and shy. We swooned. Our little hearts jumped in delight. We would spend hours locked up in a closet during dinner parties and just straight up gossip about him. Petty little things. I talked to him today. I think he may like you. He glanced my way. He smiled at me.

At the same time as we bonded, we struggled in that phase of our life. We were still frenemies. Friends on the outside, terrible people on the inside. I was jealous of her grades. She was jealous of my popularity. (Side note: that popularity no longer exists hahahahaha sighhhh) We were mean to each other. Selfish. Not like friends are supposed to be.

She began coming to my church when we were in 7th grade. I suppose I helped start her journey in Christ, the one that God was always in control of. Weirdly enough, I was not happy. Simply jealous that she had begun to share my church friends, my church experiences, my role models.

I saw her 7 days a week that time. 5 days of school, Saturday Chinese School, Sunday Church. Every single day. It drove us crazy. We fought like crazy for those two years. Too much of each other. Not enough by ourselves. High school we finally separated. Funnily, ironically, coincidentally, serendipity? She went to the school I wanted to go and I went to the school she wanted to go. Our friendship has spanned a massive 10 years. That’s where the story stops. For now.

Do you know what, though? We’ve stopped being piano duet partners as we are both way too busy. But, if we sit down and play, we are still synchronized. Perfectly. To each note.

Happy ten year friendship BFFLEUWMUIH (best friend for like ever until we meet up in heaven) You are an honorary sister. A member of the Chen clan. The only one who’s seen me mature and grow. The only one who knows truly how I feel and how to comfort me and give me advice and look analytically at my faults. Very few people experience what we have and I am forever blessed with your love. 

And to the readers who judge my horrendous choppy writing style: My thoughts are stars that I cannot fathom into constellations.


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