“Who was your bestfriend in high school?”

Everyone thinks we were best friends except us. We never admitted it to each other or to anyone else. We never mentioned the word bestfriend and unlike everyone else, we never gave our friendship a name. We were high school classmates, and that’s how we introduce each other to a new friend.

In spite all these, we both sense that we were high school bestfriends. We spent most of the time together. We eat together. We shop together. We walk anywhere together. We roam around the campus together. We do most things we have to do together. We travel together. We do crazy things together. We were the best of friends and that went on until our second year in college, just until that night when the word bestfriend was mentioned in a question asked by a new friend to my “bestfriend.”

“Who was your bestfriend in high school?”

I knew I wasn’t the only one expecting my name as the answer, but the answer is not Tix. That’s cool. I am not the best friend of the best friend I have. That’s not fair. But hey, that’s life. Along with some other factors – the lack of communication and the geographical separation, I felt like she had ended the unfathomable friendship right at that moment when she mentioned someone else’s name. But after giving it a deeper thought, I realized that if she answered my name, she would have ended it just the same. Either way, she broke something within me and definitely, it wasn’t a bone.

Perhaps, the question is better left unanswered because some things are better left in the dark. But there will come a time that we have to face the light because we can’t just live all our lives in obscurity, without knowing what, where, when, why or how. We have to know where we stand so that we may know the ones worthy to be kept.

One word. Just one word. That one word steered the wheel in a different direction now… Something has been changed and it changed so many things. And we both know nothing will ever be the same and what used to be will remain what used to be.