Dear Audrey, I believe that the day I met you was one of destiny. I’d never believed in destiny because my life was difficult and I was lonely; I couldn’t accept that as the ultimate purpose of my life. I remember that afternoon I sat alone on a bench park, recently dumped by the one I’d believed was my best friend. She left me the way the previous ones have done it, by throwing me away after giving those shiny underestimating glimpse.
I have had enough of that, and had lost hope on everything, until the hand of a beautiful woman, who seemed like she was reaching forty years old soon, touched me and looked at me carefully while saying, “Perfect! . No one ever said that about me, not even once. So, needlessly saying, I was absolutely touched. The smiling-face lady held me tight in her hand. I could see that she wanted to bring me somewhere. She walked me through the sidewalk, then we crossed a big junction, and after walking some more miles, we entered an alley and stopped our journey in front of a not-big-but-not-so-small house.Order now
The house from the front was very lovely, with its big garden surrounded the building that mostly white. I was excited to know more about the house, just like the lady that was more excited to show me to someone younger than her by (perhaps) twenty five years old that she addressed with “Audrey, darling. ” This “Audrey, darling” came out from the front door and ran to the lady, that turned out to be her mother. “Audrey, darling” whose real name was Audrey, was a short curvy girl with long wavy blond hair and turquoise eyes.
She smiled brightly when seeing her mother coming; especially when she knew that her mother brought me along with her. I could see happiness all over her face. But somehow, I saw something different. Something weird in those shiny eyes, something fake in her wide smile. It was cleverly covered, but it was still obvious. It was a feeling that I knew well. Loneliness. From the very first time I met Audrey, I knew that we would be best friends. We were lonely and we needed each other to share. We had something in common. She told me everything that she knew.
She always came to me whenever she came back from school to tell all the things that happened to her that day. She often told me some funny jokes from television, and I thought she was a fun girl. The thing that I loved most was when Audrey said that I was her only best friend. This was my first time being very important to someone. And I, as a best friend, would always be there, the place where Audrey wanted me to, faithfully waited for her and her stories. Days went by with the inseparable friendship between Audrey and I. But then, Audrey stopped talking to me.
I did not know why she did, but something that I realized was that she had done many changes. She began to wear headbands, she paid attention to her clothing, she made sure to always spray perfume all over her body, and she always looked at the mirror before going out from her room. I was quite sad that Audrey did not tell me anything about her changes. I felt so betrayed. But one day, she finally talked to me. Dear Diary, There is a new student in my class, his name is Ron. He is from London. He is a pure British with his sturdy appearance like all the British guys.
He chose to sit beside me even when there were many empty chairs. I do not want to expect much, but I am glad he did it. We talked and talked about anything. The more we talk, the more I realize that he is a smart guy and I love the way he talks with his unique accent that I could not have enough for hearing his voice. He is really charming, and he has a warm heart, I guess. Do you think that I am in love? I do not know about that. But for now, I think he is a very good friend. Sorry but I cannot share much to you, because I have much things to do.
But I promise to talk to you in a while. I was a little bit disappointed to hear that from Audrey. But I realized, there were so many things that Ron could do, but I could not. Audrey and Roy could talk about anything, while I was only listening to what Audrey saying without giving response. I was only an old useless diary for her. In this case, I had to remember about one important thing in friendship; you could not force your best friend to be what you wanted, because a best friend would feel happy for her/ his best friend’s happiness. And I was happy for her.