See you again

 Friendship is one of the purest forms of love we ever get to experience in our lifetime. It is not bound by conditions, not tied to expectations, and never measured by what we receive in return. True friendship is simply being there—without asking, without hesitation, without needing a reason. And when we are lucky enough to find a best friend, it feels like the universe has given us someone who mirrors our soul, someone who makes life less lonely and more beautiful.

I write this today in remembrance of my best friend. It feels strange to even use the word “remembrance,” because to me, you are still alive in every memory, in every thought, and in every corner of my heart. You are not gone—you are just out of reach. But still, the silence you left behind has its own weight, one I carry every single day.

We met not as strangers but as two pieces of a puzzle that were waiting to fit together. From the very beginning, you knew me in ways no one else did. You understood my silences, you laughed at my worst jokes, you stayed on the other end of countless conversations that stretched through nights. With you, I never had to pretend, never had to explain, never had to hide. You accepted me exactly as I was—flaws, scars, and all. That is rare. That is friendship.

And now, when I sit alone and look back, it is the little things that come to me. The way you called my name. The way we found joy in the smallest moments. The way we promised each other that no matter what happened, we’d always be there. Those promises, those memories, they don’t fade with time—they shine brighter because of the absence. They remind me of a love so genuine that not even distance, not even fate, can erase it.

I often wonder why life separates us from the people who mean the most. Maybe it’s to teach us the value of presence, to remind us that nothing is permanent, or maybe simply because some journeys are meant to end before we are ready. But even then, friendship does not end. It lingers. It transforms. It becomes something eternal, untouchable, unbroken. You are no longer beside me, yet you are everywhere around me.

There are days when the world feels too heavy, and instinctively, I reach out for my phone, wanting to call you, wanting to hear your voice. And then I stop. Reality sinks in. But strangely, I don’t feel completely alone—because I still hear you, somewhere deep inside me, telling me to keep going, to smile again, to believe again. That is the gift you left me—the strength to move forward when everything feels like falling apart.

People say time heals. I don’t think that’s true. Time doesn’t erase the ache of missing someone who was once your other half. What time does is teach you to carry the ache differently. It teaches you to live with it, to make space for it, and to let it sit quietly in your heart without breaking you every day. I don’t want to “move on” from you, because I don’t want to imagine a life where your memory isn’t with me. Instead, I choose to carry you with me—in every step I take, in every dream I chase, in every word I write.

If I close my eyes long enough, I can still picture us sitting together, laughing at nothing, dreaming about tomorrow. Those moments feel like yesterday, yet also like a lifetime ago. And even though life has changed, even though things are not the same, I hold on to the hope that somewhere, somehow, our paths will cross again. Because real friendship doesn’t end with goodbyes. It waits. It continues. It promises a meeting again—whether in this world or the next.

So I won’t say goodbye to you. I refuse to. Instead, I’ll say what I always believed when we parted ways after a long day together—see you again. Because in my heart, I know this isn’t the end. Love and friendship are too strong to be broken by distance, by silence, or even by death. They live on. You live on.

Until that day comes when I can see you again, I will keep writing for you, remembering you, and loving you in the quietest yet strongest ways. You are my best friend, my safe place, my forever person—and though I can’t reach you now, I carry you everywhere I go. This is not a farewell. This is just a pause, a waiting, a promise.

And when the time is right, when the universe allows, we will meet again. We will laugh again. We will dream again. Until then—thank you, for being the friend I never deserved but was lucky enough to have. Thank you for teaching me what real friendship feels like. Thank you for leaving me with a love that time cannot erase.

See you again.