Chapter 10: your name.

it's her.Words: 7483

it's about a friend,

but not just this friendship type of friend

it's more than a

long-distance, just texting and late-night-calling kind of thing

it's not just a friend

who screams a lot

or who's generally pretty loud (especially while chewing)

we don't always talk much,

cause I learned to appreciate silence

I mean,

we're clearly all of this parts,

but more than just listing characteristics in an enumeration

me and her

we seem to be

a strange way of poetry

I think

that's just how we work

it's important to say

that I think a lot works through understanding the other,

even if it's

(in my point of view)

quite difficult to make sense of

what we choose to think

and we had those times, you know?

not knowing what to say,

tensed silence and

everything seemed to be

way too complicated to handle

we had times of not speaking to each other

the real ones

not the one just enjoying the others company

it was the "I can't text her without messing it up" silence

it just sucked

but sometimes (and that's very special)

people decide to keep being in each other's lifes

and it's not about me moving hundreds of kilometres away

to one of those places she deciphers as her home

it's also about her

sending me a letter to my 18th birthday

and me again

calling the minute I understood that

I don't care about possibly messing things up

I liked to construct an allegory about her

one night years ago

she called and sang me goodnight

she sang about a nightingale

that's why I always liked to say that

she taught me how to fly

as I learned

to try to be myself

so to be honest

she's also one of the reasons

I love my tattoo

as much as I do now

(it's about birds flying, you know?)

I want to mention a few of my favourite pieces

of my friendship with her,

cause I think that we have to name the things we love in life

I think it's important to appreciate people

and I especially appreciate her

for enlightening my memories

and for reminding me

that's not necessary to count happenings from the past

cause I realised how

I tend to forget about my future

well,

one of those special things are

words and music,

cause I think

we both have been able to

harmonise as good as

lyrics and a melody

and

I don't know,

if me and her have a refrain,

but we keep adding verses to our song

and I think,

if we keep going on,

we will make an album

and we won't know how to name it,

cause she is quite the opposite of me

and on the other hand

she's the one human being I know

who is able to sound like me

in every possible way

except for her voice,

cause every time she imitates my speaking

she just sounds like a ten-year-old-girl on helium

I know I'm a pretty complicated person

pretty and complicated

and I will make mistakes

I'm scared of hurting her in the future

I'm scared of losing someone I care so much about,

but I believe that's important to know,

but not important to think about all the time

cause I tend to lose myself in worrying

another special part about me and her is the communication,

cause she seems to understand me without words

it sounds cheesy, I know,

but that's what a good friendship is about

she knows my moods better than myself and

I didn't have a clue

how important it is to

have someone in life

who's there, even if it's not for their own benefit

so what's also very lovely about the whole friendship thing

is being selfless and

still feeling fulfilled

that's why I never care about

things like money

or (even more important)

who gets the last slice of pizza

I don't know, if it's about her

being a dog-person,

cause I am clearly too

(really, sometimes I think I love them more than humans)

and I don't know,

if it's about the times in our life as we met,

cause it was an overwhelming time

for the both of us, I think,

but I don't need to figure it out

I'm just happy with it

I'm happy with her

pronouncing my name in the wrong way and

making it sound special,

for her getting angry every time

I play her guitar,

but still letting me keep going on,

I'm very happy with her asking me,

if I want a coffee,

even if I can't remember a time

I said 'no' since I drink coffee at all

I'm happy when she's calling me strange

or a nerd

or a weirdo

or a thousand other things that sound like

"you fool" or "little idiot",

but somehow mean something nice

so maybe a good friendship is also about

offending the other

without being offensive

I don't know

in school I had to write an essay about

seneca and friendship in antiquity

and let me say (to save you from 25 pages about latin philosophers)

he would agree,

if I tell you that a friend is sometimes more than just a friend

and he would understand what I'm trying to say while writing this

(well, actually he wouldn't, cause he couldn't speak english, but you know what I mean)

this is not the first time I write about her

she's pretty inspiring sometimes,

and I know that she'll understand this without me telling her that

this chapter wears her name

(metaphorically)

she'll know it before she reads the line with her loudly chewing

and I believe

being able to read me in my work is one of those special things too

so I sat down this morning

and now it's noon

and I don't know why these words went into my mind,

but

I know that we drove to ikea yesterday,

I know that we danced in her bathroom while brushing our teeth,

I know that we watched harry potter, cause

I have the duty to educate her in those topics,

so

nothing special happened,

but

I really appreciate these moments

I'm really grateful

sometimes

I'm smiling out of nowhere

just because those days do happen

and

maybe that's all we need

I'm not just talking about having those gifts in life-

a good, crazy friendship for example,

someone who's knowing you through the good and the bad,

but also

realising the pretty, little things

and writing them down right now

to recall it as a pretty big thing

and

to tell her that

she's just an awesome person

and I wouldn't change a single piece about what happened to lead us to this day,

to the point when you'll open wattpad,

swipe to the next chapter

and will read this pretty long text

just to get a simple message:

I'm so fucking thankful to have you

who would translate me all the lines in your spanish songs?

who would educate me in important things like podcasts about demi

or how to survive in a city?

(while being a girl from the tiniest valley anyone could think of)

I'm so fucking thankful for you

singing out loud in the car and giving a fuck about the others

I think you're cool for being protective,

if it's comes to the people you love

and for having a heart

no matter, if it's fair or not

I know that you're a diamond too

for showing other people their own worth

and that you're fucking strong,

especially this one time as you cried so much

and I don't know how much time is left for the both of us

maybe one day I will take the keys

and drive to the end of the world

I think we've got time,

cause I don't even have my driver license

but I know that there are a few things

I need to show you

for example the town where I grew up (even if I have to kidnap you),

the ending of harry potter

and I'll kill you, if you spoiler yourself

(you know this would have consequences - for real!)

I need to keep my promise

and hand you the first print of my non-existing book

so you see

I need to publish one day

I think it's nicer to write about such kind of things,

cause I tend to think too much

but I also need to come to an end

so

I hope you have a good day

(text me when you read this, cause I need your opinion)

I SAID GOOD DAY!