a story of old best friends

we were in the same elementary school. we were not even close, we rarely talked, even we didn't talk, as long as i remember. one thing i still can recall, when we were a classmate for 4 years, i disliked him for being smarter than me. if i were in the second rank, he was the one who took the first position. and if he was finally kicked out from the first position in the class, i, unhappily, was in the third.
time went by, until we should move on to junior high school. we went to the same school, and destiny took us to the same class in the 3rd year. from that phase of time, a story of old best friends began and still continue until this very moment. we met other incredible and lovable people and always cherrished every moment together in a group. we did a sleepover, we danced and sang together without taking a glace at the time, we had those unforgettable jokes, we had our own favorite restaurant, we had our own basecamp in which we put our things together, from childish dolls, comic books, games, barbie, and other stuff. we talked and told stories there until noon ad the day got darker. my favorite spot was in the window we can sit on and the roof we can see the view from. we told a dream, we confessed, we shared secrets. we were a happy child who had best friends to enjoy the days with. those things, in my age, were a source of love and happiness i will always recall 'till i become a grown-up woman.
and that best friendship still showed its power until we should move on to senior high school. we went to different senior high schools, but the story remained lovely. we went together for a birthday celebration of one of us. we went out for a weekend hang out. and even we had another environment and made some other friendships in our own, we still made it to be together. we had different stories but those were things we shared together.
and continued to collage. we separated to study in ITB, UNPAD, UNJANI, and else. and it continued again until we realize that the time never took us apart like this but now. here comes the time that makes us realize that we were not a child anymore, and time had taken us to our very own path to reach the future we always talked about in our childhood. and the time took us all really far. two moments i felt sad the most were when i should took devi to go to surabaya for her work, and wahyu's farewell since he should live in shanghai to catch his dream to be an architect.

and the most sentimental moment i got was the time i came to shanghai for a visit. i and wahyu talked a lot about our childhood. that was the time i realized i missed him so much. i missed my bestfriends with our childhood stories in it. we realize, we have grown up and we have grown apart.

i am crazily missing the time we did not do anything but silly stuff. i and wahyu were telling a stupid joke before we slept and that brought me to a dream of our mighty time back then when we were young. loosing the intense absence of bestfriends for a ride to our own future, will never bring me down. since i will always know where to find them and come back home.

bestfriends are home you can hide in, partners you can sing along together with, laugh crazy out loud with, a shoulder you can burst into tears on, ones who will always be there in the happiness and sadness. 

now, i see my bestfriends as a great treasure to tell. some of them are settled with their life, to become an economist, to become a doctor, to become an architect, to become a marketer, and what makes me proud the most, we are always to become a best friend forever