If this is all we'll ever have, then this is enough.

Note: This was written a long time ago. I found it buried in my drafts. I like it.

Throughout my life, the fear of loss would hit me: what if she isn't my best friend one day? Or what if he marries someone else? Or if?

Something that comforted me back then was knowing that, well, she's my best friend now. And no matter what, this moment of her being my best friend happened. If I could rewind time, I will always be able to access it. Even if I, as a mere human, can't find it again, it's there, marked in time, forever and ever. Like Salome and Rilke. Like Lewis and Tolkien. You and I.

It's like in Bojack, "The drip finally stops."

If you just go back in time, the drip is still dripping. Even though she isn't my best friend anymore. Even though he married someone else. Even though.

If you go back, we're still burning letters in the moonlight and kissing on New Years. And always will be.

PS: Since I wrote this, she and I became besties again. :)