For twelve years, I have a bestfriend. We went to the same school way back in highschool. We’re always there for each other. When I had a problem with my mom, he was there. When his mom died, I was there. We were like twins, or even partners for some. We lived in the same roof for two years, and more often that not, our hookups or possible dates would ask, “Is that your boyfriend in that picture frame?” Well, that’s not gonna happen. We were like brothers by blood.

But it came to a point that this bestfriendship faded away. I was left out. I became just like an acquintance friend for him, which became so obvious in Puerto Galera. I was been replaced by someone as the bestfriend.

Well, we all have a freedom to be friends with everyone, isn’t it? Like me, I do have other friends. But I’ve managed to still show him the level of bestfriendship we have. But him, he wasn’t able to do that.

I moved out from our unit not because i don’t wanna live with him anymore, but I do have now responsibilities at home. I felt sad because of losing two things: an independent life and a bestfriend. The very first day he already had a new place, I can feel a wall between us. I don’t know but it happened.

And now, knowing that we’re not living together in the same roof, he would still rather choose to be with anyone, than me. I’d rather not have a bestfriend than to have one just by calling each other “Bes”. We also need to feel that straight from the heart. Forget the twelve years, it is pointless to hold on to it. If he doesn’t want me to be his bestfriend now, I can live with it. Not a pressure at all.

That’s life. In the end, you still need to take care of yourself. Just yourself.

The "Bestfriend"