There are no words to describe what we were, what we shared. We grew up together, lost our milk teeth together, even our period started the same day.
Since the first day we met when we were five, we've always been together. Tiffany had become a part of me, my other half. There was nothing in this world I wouldn't do for her, to make her happy.
She has a bright personality that draws people to her. She's somehow always aware of everyone's problems, and tries to help them solve it. The sweetest girl you'll ever meet. However she sometimes has her head in the clouds, which I guess adds to her cuteness? I don't know, that's what people say.
She'd tell me that I exaggerated, that she wasn't all that. Ah so modest.
"Shasha please, you're way cuter," she'd say. "Actually, rather than 'cute' you're more like gorgeous."
Phony. Though I don't need her to tell me anyway, I know I'm stunning.
"Shasha", that's how she called me. According to the urban dictionary, it's the way you describe a girl that means the whole world to you. So, every time she called me, she was saying that I meant the world to her. "Shasha", I can still hear her cutesy voice call me. Yuck.
I felt so proud to be the number one friend of someone so incredible. I truly felt honored, to be the one she considered her best friend forever.
Tiffany's a pretty girl with long straight black hair, a thin round face, and beautiful grey eyes. Her long hair reaches her lower back, and no matter what she does with it, she remains perfect.
There's a reason as to why she let her hair grow so long. Before her father disappeared, one of the last things she remembered him telling her was how beautiful she looked with long hair.
Tiffany's father disappeared when she was eleven. No one knows if he's dead or alive. One night, out of the blue, he disappeared without warning. We were all devastated by the loss. For Tiffany, the hardest part is the hope she still carries in her up till today. She doesn't know if she should let go, or still keep hoping that one day her father would come through the door of their home again.
Since he disappeared when she was at a young age, and her mother is quite busy with work, Tiffany turned out to be very independent. She manages herself, and because she's responsible, her mother trusts her with the house and money. I admit, it has not been easy for her. She sometimes forces herself to smile, to look fine, so as not to worry her mother who is still mourning her husband.
She once told me that the perfect guy for her, was someone that would be able to make her smile even at her lowest. Though I'm not a guy, I was that someone to her.
I was happy to be her confidant, glad that she didn't keep it all to herself. She talked a lot about her father, I think it's her way of trying not to forget him. She talked to me about her fears and hopes concerning him.
We never hid anything from each other, we'd tell ourselves even the most ridiculous stuff.
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"Hey TiSha! It's about time to cut the apron strings!"
That's how Cindy greeted us every morning at school when she saw us holding hands.
Cindy is an upbeat, authentic girl. She hangs out with us quite often like many other girls, but she's one of our closest friends.
There's also Lady and Kenneth. Those two have been going out since forever, I mean it. It all started when they were 6, since the day Lady shared her snack with him, because he forgot his. He's never let go of her ever since. Between them it's solid.
Then finally Quincey. Ugh... Let me not even start with that guy here, he's irrelevant. He is, without a doubt, the most annoying person in the world. There are a lot of reasons for this, one of them being that he ruffles my hair almost every time we see each other, even though he knows I spend a lot of time on it to make it look perfect! It should be illegal to mess up a girl's hair.
His intentions are evil. He. Is. Evil.
Anyway, to me he has no importance whatsoever, he's close to Tiffany. They've been close since he moved to town a few years ago. I guess they just clicked, which I never understood or appreciated, but there was nothing I could do about it. So I had to accept and endure his presence.
That's one thing that always irked me. Tiffany was all I needed as a friend, the only one I felt a deep connection with. But it didn't seem that way for her, she's able to have this special something with Quincey. It annoys me when in a relationship I feel like I'm the one that loves more. Yes, I was kind of possessive with Tiffany, so anytime he was around I was irritated.
Even though I didn't realize it at the time, I was living the best years of my life thanks to her. I was happy because she was by my side.
And yet today, as if my heart has been turned upside down, my feelings for her are completely opposite. Every single one of our happy memories together, make me want to scream out of anger whenever they replay in my mind.
Tiffany, I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you.
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