Dearest Aribob,
Oh wow, it’s been a long road hasn’t it? Since I met you almost four years ago its no surprise to say we both have grown in leaps and bounds; and in so many ways than just one.
To be honest with you I feel kind of strange typing this letter out. For two reasons really; the first is because I was going to write this out instead of typing it, but my writing got so ugly it was almost illegible. The second is knowing that we are not as close as we used to be.
To me it really sucks, to not be close to you anymore. I have loved you for so long it really just seems instinctual to never stop. I was upset at first of course, with you and stef and the whole not talking to any of us thing (I hope you understand that. If you were in my position I’m sure you’d feel the same way) but after a while I realized that what the hell, you’re happy right? Who am I to judge or say anything? After all I always said that as long as she’s happy, I am. And I am. For you, for stef, for how good (hopefully) things have been for you.
Babe, I will never forget our stupid moments. The moments that mean the most. Like our Lazy Day at your place; dancing on chair to Mamma Mia, lying in bed next to you watching The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Falling for the same guy – Reuben Gan. Dating the two year 13s (at least now they are) together that made everything all the more fun. The countless sleep over’s where we ate in your bed. The shopping trips and movies we’ve watched together. Your spelling moments where you forget whether trees are spelt with two r’s or two e’s. Our stupid, crazy, insane moments. Our fails at English together. Our working together for exams (even though we both know we didn’t actually work). Our never-ending discussions. Our make out sessions. Our drunken episodes.
And then the more important moments, like you helping me through the breakup with Aaron. You helping me through my family’s crisis. You helping me with Edwin and Bianca. You helping me get through life in general. Your famed lines that I will never forget “Baby steps Fung, baby steps.” The number of sleepless nights we had on the phone together, crying about something or another. Through boys, Daniele and Bronzie and Barton and that England guy of yours that for the life of my I cannot remember the name of. Through Sean and Sonic and whoever the hell there is out there.
Oh my lord I’m starting to cry as I write this. Babe, you mean so so so much to me that you have no clue. Up until writing this letter I thought you know, its okay that we’re drifting apart, but oh lord I forgot how much I missed you. You know how they say you don’t know what you got till its gone? Precisely.
I know you have a lot on your plate already with leaving Stef and all that. I want you to know that I’m always here for you a call away, skype, BBM, whatever you want I’ll be here for you. We’ll talk often and you can tell me about your life there and the things that have been going on.
Doll out of the rest of us you and I have always been the most explosive. None of them has ever fought with each other the way we have. Remember Koh Phi Phi? And about Reuben? That was like the most magma-tic (I know that’s not a word but whichever) things that ever happened our group. And you and I also have (probably) felt the most love for each other. There were time were I swear to God I would have drowned without you. I wouldn’t have been able to breathe or eat or sleep or anything. You were my life line and you were always there for me.
I’m going to miss rolling my eyes at your stupidity. I’m going to miss kissing you on the cheek. I’m going to miss your over perfumed smell, your amazing clothing sense, your lack of better sense when it comes to money (aha! Don’t pretend its not true =P), your free will, your amazing display of affection for all your friends, your quirks, your insults, your praises (though few =P) your hugs, your beautiful hair and your ugly toes. I’m going to miss your stunning eyelashes, your generosity, your big ass, your big nipples, your gigantrous house, your white carpet where we always eat, your tendency to throw shit on the floor, the destruction you leave at your wake. I’m going to miss you so so so so so much its not even funny.
Oh babe I love you so so much. My gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, talented, intelligent, energetic best friend. Don’t ever forget yourself and what you stand for. Don’t forget your love for your friends and your family. Don’t forget that you’re amazing and no one else in the world has the right to tell you that you aren’t. Tell Stef that if he hurts you I will actually castrate him and tell the Shariah Court and get his balls cut off. Tell those bitches in England that they don’t come CLOSE to even deserve breathing the same air as you because you Kyra Arianna Hishammuddin, are one of a kind, unique and fucking crazily awesome.
Good luck in London, study hard. Beat your expectations in your a levels. Don’t stray too far away from home and always remember to keep yourself safe at all times. Even though I’m a million miles away know that I will always, always love you and that I will always, always be your best friend.
Hugs and kisses,
Yours forever,
Fung.