I used to have this best friend I liked — and maybe even loved.
We shared a room in the school hostel, spent loads of time talking about interesting stuffs, and yes.. we ate from the same plate.
Turns out I was the only one who ended up getting fat, while she maintained her figure 8 body.
Though I felt it was a bit unfair that the god of weight-gain chose me instead of her, we nevertheless still remained friends.
Not until the day this friend of mine woke me up as early as 5am, and whispered into my ears, “Bestie, it’s time to jog”. That was the day my love for her died.