Ruth

I wanted to write a tale of a good friend. I know I have a bunch of bffs but today Ruth is the one. Friendship isn’t a transactional or a tit for tat relationship. It’s built with steady trust and love. For me it isn’t something that can’t be bought or sold. Growing up I thought friendship equated to the person that always spent on you, you’re on call with for hours, your turnup partner or the person you call your best friend. By the way that title is over rated.

I can’t exactly remember how we became friends. We weren’t in the same clique or anything but one spring break I found myself in her house for the holidays. Most people had their opinion about her but that has never been a factor in choosing my own friends. Afterall people talk and without even getting to know you.

We weren’t closer from staying together but we knew there was a good bond that was created. We weren’t struggling for space in each other’s lives. We had other friends so there was hardly any point being in each other’s face. After school, we started sharing similar struggles and faith for what we wanted. Life was the hardest for us that period. Ruth couldn’t save me from every storm I passed through but she was always a rare gem in those moments.

We don’t talk everyday. We don’t even live in the same city but I feel her looking out for me. My ride or die. I know I’m that friend to carry someone’s matter on my head and fight their battles the best way I can. I will always be petty on her matter. We’ve had our fair share of awful relationships and horrendous friendships but most importantly we still have each other. Ruth is a timeless friend.

With you I can’t hide behind “I’m fine” when I’m not. I can’t say I am good when I am breaking apart. I regard you as my sister. We’ve cried blowing our nose in front of each other. Others might never understand you. I do. You are the raw and vulnerable friend I have  and it makes it easy for me to be the same around you. I pray for you to still be the fighter you are. Having shitty people as friends who treated you bad doesn’t mean you are at fault for their actions. I wish I can always remove the sadness and loneliness you feel some days. Rajunor you’re loved. You’re one of my favourite people in the world and this is real. You deserve all the best things in this life. I love you.

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