We met in grade 6, I was your ‘agony aunt’
We laughed about this many years later
Over the years we remained good friends.
Then we became best friends.
We discussed boy problems, outfit problems, girl problems, parent problems, people-we-pretended-to-be-friends-with-but-actually-hated-them problems
But then somehow we became a problem.
We promised to be best friends forever.
We promised to stay in touch across continents.
We promised to blow up our first paycheck on shopping.
We promised to be there for each other, always.
But our talk of promise was just that
We texted each other after school
We spoke on the days there was no school
We talked about the future, how we’ll always be friends
We dreamt about how we’ll meet each other everyday, even in college.
But what is it about promises never being true?
I could give strangers the whole biography of your life once
Now I don’t even know who is in your life.
My mother warned me against you
Your father taught you to hate Muslims
Was there something to what they said?
Why is it that now I feel distaste in talking to you?
Why is it that you refuse to meet me every time I invite you?
Why is it that none of us cares?
What went wrong?
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