Everything has an end to it. Everything good and everything bad. Everything fun and everything monotone. Everything special and everything ordinary. No matter how long it takes, it has an end.
But I had never realized that that would have to apply to our friendship as well. Our time together. Not so soon, anyways. So, imagine my surprise when you dropped the bomb that day in Ms. Cummings' study hall during lunch as the four of us huddled together and devoured our lunch like there was no tomorrow as we do everyday, even now. You said you were moving in 6 months.
I don't remember how I reacted. I don't remember what I said, or if I said anything at all. But I do remember my stomach dropping and twisting into a knotted mess. I remember a sting at the back of my mind. I'm pretty sure that whatever I had or had not done didn't live up to the amount of dread I felt. The emptiness filling in, my insides churning. And that was only after two months of actually getting to know you.
Imagine how I feel now, as our friendship has gradually built up and tied together. After I have spilled my insides out to you. After I have trusted you beyond words. After I have made a connection so strong that for me to severe it would be to cut off a part of my heart.
I have found one of the best persons the world has seen in you, and I am saying this after knowing you for a measly 8 months. I truly believe that if you were to stay, and if you were to find me tolerable after this year was over, we would have created a friendship so strong, that nothing could get in our way.
The four of us would have wandered the halls as we do now, invading everyone's attention with our overpowering presences. We would have hung out together like we did that Sunday afternoon, where I had to chase you guys due to the embarrassing fact that I cannot ride a bike and opted not to drag mine along. We would have made more nicknames like Snorlax, Pachamukh, Herdlederdlewerdle, Prabby, Pigsnay, The Beast, Monstrosity, and the list goes on. We would have pranked everyone until it got ridiculously serious like with Hurdy and his group. We would have gone all out and done stupid things like that day after school on Open House EdNight where we just rolled around on the ground and Ms. Iqbal had to hide her face in sheer surprise and embarrassment. We would have bothered my brother and his friends to the verge of insanity even though he had directly asked me to pretend like I didn't know him in school.
Dear Noor, I cannot express to you in words how I feel, the hollowness eating me up. I can't even stop thinking about it now, let alone acknowledge how I will feel after you leave. Noor, if there was a way for me to somehow make you stay, I promise to you, I would.
I remember those little pink slips we got for our profiles for yearbook, and it asked who our inspiration was. I remember being thoroughly confused about who to put down, and finally settled on the youtubers Smosh merely because it was out of the ordinary and I felt a little bit rebellious. But now it is clear as day to me who it should have been and I definitely regret not replacing it with that when I had the chance. Noor, you are my inspiration. I have watched you go through hardships no girl your age should have to go through. I have witnessed your determination, and I have been there to see how you had pulled through as the confident and wise girl-no, young lady that you are.
You are extremely talented. Don't let anyone else or even yourself make you doubt that. The way you weave words to create a piece of writing is remarkable in itself, and I will forever be jealous. Your wit is unfathomable, it is beyond words how intelligent you are in the matters of Mathematics and the sort. You're hilarious, and you can make me laugh any day. Your art is amazing, and your dance is . . . well, there's no need for words. Though you will never admit to having any of these qualities, being the humble girl that you are, I have never seen you do anything that you are not good at.
Noor, all the countless amounts of words in the world will shrivel in the face of the amount of respect, admiration, fondness, love and envy I have towards you. I had originally planned to make this a personal note and handed it to you at school, but I didn't because I don't think I could face you when you read this, for I am blushing at this very moment while I write. Also, the world needs to know how much of an amazing person you are, and I guess you could say this is my rather weak attempt at advertising you (*wink wink*). I don't think I've ever quite met a girl like you, and I'm not sure I ever will, so please don't ever let what others say bring you down, and use your talents to the best of your ability. Stay strong, 'cause after all 'haters gon' hate'.
Noor, I love you from the bottom of my heart, and though I won't always be beside you in person, know that my heart will be with you at all times. so treat it well.
Sincerely,
Your Bengali Buddy.
