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Very rarely do I find myself calling someone my best friend<\/em>. And I think it\u2019s because when I say it, I really<\/em> mean it. It\u2019s never just a title I throw around, it\u2019s something sacred to me. It means you\u2019re carved into the softest part of my heart. And the first person to ever hold that title in my life? Teresa.<\/p>\n

My childhood best friend.<\/p>\n

No matter where life takes me, no matter how much time passes or how far apart we live, I will always<\/em> love her the same way I did the first time I told someone, proudly, \u201cTeresa is my best friend.\u201d That kind of love doesn\u2019t age. It stays untouched by the chaos of growing up.<\/p>\n

We met in Grade 2. Two tiny girls who somehow ended up sitting next to each other. It started there, just two kids with matching pencil cases and endless chatter and somehow, it turned into one of the most beautiful relationships of my life. I still remember how we used to cry<\/em> if the teacher dared to separate us. Now we live in completely different worlds, but my love for her remains exactly<\/em> the same.<\/p>\n

When I think of Teresa, I think of the color yellow. Not pastel, not dull but sunflower yellow. Warm, alive, constant. She’s the kind of person who wraps you in love without needing to say much. She believes the best in people, always sees the light, and never lets you feel alone. Teresa is the kind of person who will say, \u201cCome with me,\u201d and mean it. She moves forward in life, and she takes you with her<\/em>. That kind of loyalty? Rare.<\/p>\n

In the 14 years I\u2019ve known her, I\u2019ve grown, failed, laughed, cried, and figured out life beside her. She\u2019s the sister I always wanted but never had. Learning life with Teresa was like growing up inside a bubble of safety and unconditional love. No matter where I go or who I meet, there will always be a part of me that needs<\/em> my childhood best friend.<\/p>\n

Now\u2026 living in a different country, in my twenties, trying to find that same<\/em> kind of connection again? It’s hard. It\u2019s like constantly reaching for something familiar in a world that feels foreign. But sometimes, very rarely you meet someone who makes you feel like home.<\/p>\n

That person, for me, is Zuaina<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I met Zu when I didn\u2019t even realize how badly I needed someone. And somehow, she just\u2026 arrived. No warnings, no big entrances. Just came into my life like a quiet miracle. And from that point on, I wasn\u2019t alone anymore. There\u2019s something about her presence that puts you back together, piece by piece.<\/p>\n

She is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful<\/em> people I\u2019ve ever met. No exaggeration. Her kindness is loud. Her love is real. And her friendship? Healing. Zu accepted me exactly as I am, chaos, contradictions, and all. She didn\u2019t just become my bestfriend, she became family. When I say I\u2019m happy here, it’s mostly because of her<\/em>. Because I met her when I did.<\/p>\n

The first time I hung out with her, I knew <\/em>she\u2019s going to be that cool aunty of my future kids, the godmother, the one who shows up to birthdays dressed better than everyone else. When I think of her, I see the color turquoise. She\u2019s vibrant, fluid, grounding and serene all at once. With her, there\u2019s no need to charge my \u201csocial battery.\u201d With her, I can exist exactly as I am. There\u2019s no filter, no performance just ease.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s my person, fr fr. My soul friend. My sister. I\u2019ve never once had a single bad thing to say about her and if you know me, you know how rare that is lmao. She just gets<\/em> me. She\u2019s like a wind of fresh air on a suffocating day. The kind of friend who reminds you that maybe the universe is<\/em> listening after all.<\/p>\n

And then there\u2019s Komal, <\/em>my cousin, my family, my forever.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s something special about cousin bonds. They straddle the line between sibling and best friend, and in Komal\u2019s case, she\u2019s both. We\u2019ve grown up in the same noisy family gatherings, shared beds, secrets, and late-night existential talks. And through all of it, she\u2019s become someone I treasure so deeply.<\/p>\n

Komal is that person who lights up the room. Her energy is infectious<\/em>. Whenever I\u2019m around her, I feel lighter, more me<\/em>. She reminds me how fun life can be even on the hard days. She’s thoughtful, hilarious, compassionate, and always knows exactly what to say when I don\u2019t even know what I\u2019m feeling. When I think of her, I think of coral, a color full of warmth, vibrancy, and spark.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s not just my cousin. She\u2019s part of my core. Her support and her love feel like home-cooked meals and festival mornings and the safety of knowing someone has<\/em> you, no matter what. I\u2019m so grateful for her. Even across distances, I know she\u2019s just one call (or unhinged voice note) away.<\/p>\n

All three of these women, Teresa, Zuaina, and Komal remind me that love exists in so many forms. Romantic love is cute and all, but this<\/em>? This is soul-deep. This is lifetime. These friendships shaped me, saved me, and stayed with me. And I\u2019ll spend my whole life loving them back.<\/p>\n

Lots of love,
Aashi <3<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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