Yazira Yusoff: Two is better than One

What do you do when you're too miserable and at the verge of breaking down? You find someone to confide in.

You're lucky if that someone is just a mile away.

She will be there even before you shed your first drop of tear.

You're lucky if that someone is the person you share the bed with.

You cry all night long and still wake up next to the same person in the morning.

You're lucky if that someone is the person you see everyday.

You can take a ten minute break off life and return to the same exact point.

But what if that someone is halfway across the globe?

You can rant, whine, cry through skype.

She listens to you ranting, whining and crying through the phone.

But it's never the same.

It'll never be the same.

My comfort is so far that I usually break down even before I can reach her. Haha.

But when I finally get her, she'll be the one pulling me up and help me stand straight on my two feet. She'll be the one supporting my back when everybody is pushing against me. She says the right thing at the right moment.

And although we haven't been anywhere within a metre from each other for the last few months, I know I'm lucky to have her in my life.

Our friendship began with me thinking what a spoilt snobbish city girl she is, and with her having what an arrogant selfish bitch this girl is in her mind. There was no spark, no admiration. We turned out to be two modest girls destined to be together. It wasn't all smiles and laughs, I've seen her worst and she's been there through my most unfortunate event. In fact, we developed a unique, special relationship over time through boarding school.

First, there was studies. The more competitive she became, the more ego I was. And we ended up being the top two girls at graduation (I lost, of course hehe).

Then there was the career. She is the person I seek advice from, to guide me through every step I choose, and to lead me to the level I aim. She is the girl I look up to, my inspiration whenever I feel like an utter failure.

Then there was fashion. I let you all judge this, as I don't think we're too great with fashion, neither too terrible. We don't have too many clothes, we don't own too many accessories. We have totally different taste, hers is more elegant classic type while mine is, well, I have no idea? Hehe.

Then the love stories. Needless to say, this is the most favourite topic. Guess I'll just keep and lock them in our little secret box. I've been through a lot and so does she, but we have each other to hold on to everytime.

Anyway, she turns twenty two today. Double 2. Super old.

"Happy birthday, Ainul"

She's full of philosophy, I don't deny. She leaves me with lots of thoughts to ponder everytime, and I always complain. But deep down, I always know what she's trying to teach. She wants me to become a better person, and she motivates me in achieving that particular goal.