Susie Suh; Give Me Heart

When I watch drama serials; one tree hill, lipstick jungle all, what primarily strikes me is the protagonist’s arm candy. It’s not a hot guy or the latest bag but her best friend.
They always have one. Sticking through them thick and thin.

I remember mine. I don't talk about it anymore but it always floods back from the back of my mind. Lying on our classroom floor, head propped by school bags, earphones plugged in our ears, singing along, oblivious that the cement beneath was grossly dusty, or that we’re going off-key. (I know we definitely were.)
We weren’t bothered, we were never bothered about anything but ourselves. We were capable, we could do anything, because we had each other.
We had plans. She would study boring business, work for her dad, and sponsor my magazine start-up where I would be editor. We could do anything then.

When I’m feeling useless and inferior I always think of our promises. Lying in our old classroom floor, in the school that had thousands of people, but where everyday, I only really saw her.

And then I think about us now, poles apart in every sense imagineable, and I can only wonder where it all went. Nothing but a fleeting manifestation of life.