I have a friend. A really precious friend.

Recently, things hasn't been smooth between this precious friend and me. No, we did not quarrel. Nope, not a fallout either.

There's just this crack in the relationship between the both of us.

I thought that she was distant. I thought that she was being taken away from me by some people she had barely known for months. I thought that our friendship for 3 years or so had accounted for nothing.

I was feeling so alone and insecure.

But when I spoke to her one day, something she said allayed my fears.

"Oh, *[insert name here]..."
"Yeah?"
"Do you know that you're very important to me?"
"......I know. You're important to me too."
"......Okay."

With that, I stopped doubting. I stopped grieving. I stopped pretending to smile whenever she looked at my direction. My heart stopped hurting and bleeding.

And I started to believe.

I believed that it was okay to be her second choice. It doesn't matter if my friends and I were...just a 'back-up' house for her to return to. It doesn't matter if I was on the losing end.

Just like how I had accepted a friend who had left me before, I would also accept her back with open arms. I believe that she would come home one day, and need someone to catch her, to prevent her from collapsing. When that time comes, I would most definitely be standing at the door, smiling and saying...

"Welcome home. We've missed you."

I believe that my friends will accept her back as well. And that through this, she would cherish us more than before. It's because she isn't dumb. She isn't oblivious. She would understand the extent we're going for her...she would appreciate.

She's my precious friend.

She was one of the few who saved me from when I was being ostracized. She was...

She was...

......

...........

someone we loved.







*note that the name was purposefully not included and that the conversation was not 100% accurate since I don't have the memory of a robot.