And you will never know just how beautiful you are to me

I have other friends.

I am about to tell you guys about these two friends of mine who were with me (and still are) all the way. I laughed and cried and snorted and went crazy and danced with them. There were those times when I felt like I wasn’t supposed to be with them so I distanced myself away, but at the end, I know we’re still gonna stick together.

Ten months have been too long, I tell you. It doesn’t even matter, all I know is I consider them, too as my besties. Let me start by describing them each.

The first one is the jolly one. When I’m with her, I laugh everytime. In the HE class, we’re going to secretly use our phones and she’ll just randomly flash very emotional pictures to me and I’d just hit her and we’ll laugh through things and we’ll take selfies and we’ll tell each other perv things. There’s this time when we went to her house because it was her birthday and I really cried when she and her father sang together. They had a rally beautiful voice and I wouldn’t think twice to list her up to an international singing contest if it was up to me (LOL, c’mon, you never know if One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer suddenly show up and pick the three of us up and make us their girlfriends because we’re just too fab).  Then when we went out together to buy some yogurt (chill out dude, it’s for a freaking school activity), we kind of went crazy and silly along the roads and just kept laughing about it. I won’t forget that time when she slid a cat-printed letter into my locker (not so discreetly, though HAHAHA) and said the honest things she has seen within me. She told me how she can’t point out the beautiful things in me because I have equal flaws as well. I was like, “what the hell, that’s so true.” The thing that made me feel certain emotions was when she said she loved me just as much as she love her and that the short period of time we’ve been together doesn’t matter.

This very next girl makes me emotional. When I’m with her, I can’t help but feel sad. You know, when reality hits that the boys don’t know us and never will. But damn, she’s happy. I remember this very one time when we were rushing to get the movie tickets for This is Us we were wanting for so long. She met me up at a classmate’s house with her cool mom and then heavy rain fell down on us. Her mom joked about just going home instead but we kept going. Sadly, we ran out of tickets and bought ice cream instead. That was quite a challenge though, but a few days after, my mom and I went to grab the extra tix and bang! We had a night to remember. It was totally worth it. I remember how we treated each other silently and coldly on the late days of school, but we solved it with a “Let’s talk” solution. When she didn’t bring her gift for me on our Christmas party, she was feeling sorry (HAHAHA DON’T EVEN DENY) although I told her it’s okay, and even made her mom go just to give me my gift. Oh and her letter for me? She told me how we’re going to do nasty things to Zayn and Niall—and how she loves me.

These two are forever my companion on Twitter and stuff like that. We talk about crazy things and lie about “crying” and “screaming” and “dying” and “jumping off a cliff”—it’s fun, okay? I know the memories I’ve written above are not that planned nor precious but it’s the emotion that counts. Oh yeah, we’ve been together for like, ten months, but who cares? No friendship is perfect; if it is, it must’ve been fake. Every real one has a healing scar that proves just how much you and your friends went through, and how you decided to stay strong and be together.

I call them Yabe and Gian. I love them to death and what we have is real.

P.S., If you want their fan accounts, I'm sorry but it's a secret.

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P.P.P.S., I like my blog post title it's an ed sheeran lyric aye

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