How does one even start an entry like this? I don’t know where to begin because I’m feeling so much. My best friend fell in love with her best friend. And this is not about me, but I have so many feelings about it. First of all, I am just so immensely, gut-wrenchingly happy for her. I am just so, so, so happy for her. I won’t go into detail, but they finally got together. Seven years of slow-burn. Seven years of her falling in and out of love with him, without realising it. Seven years of her being with someone, then him being with someone(s), then her moving countries. But it happened. And it was so sweet, wholesome, and loving. And I wish I could hold her while she tells me about it in person, I wish I could squeal with her, and jump excitedly at the details.
She’s always been so independent. Fiercely so. To the extent that I thought she had completely closed herself off to the prospect of love. And I was happy for her, if that was her decision. I respected that decision, that choice. I admired that decision, admired her capacity to know herself deeply and choose not to engage unless she was ready. I loved all of that about her—the hardness, the independence, the commitment. Oh, but to watch her soften this way. To watch her soften this way has been such a privilege. To watch her soften this way has been so beautiful. To watch her surrender to her feelings and accept his has been such a joy. To watch her melt into love with a man who feels just as strongly about her has been so life-affirming. And I’ve been watching for seven years. Her being annoyed at him. Being mad when he was treated unfairly by his exes. Being on the phone with him. Being understood by him. Understanding him. It has been such an honour to watch her fall in love with him over years. It has been such an honour to watch her fall in love when she didn’t even know it was love, when I didn’t know it was love.
And I’m so excited for their future. I’m excited for them to go through this beginning phase of excitement, novelty, and joy. I’m so excited for them to pass through this phase at their own pace and settle into the steady rhythm of the life they will build together. I’m so excited for the safety and care they will find in each other. I’m so excited for the adventures they will go on, the stupid fights they will have, and the home they will build in each other. I’m glad they get to have this together, of course, but, selfishly, I’m even more ecstatic for all of this to happen for her. Because she deserves this and so much more. She deserves the emotional safety, the commitment, and the devotion that comes with finding someone who fills your whole life up with light and joy by simply being there. And I can’t wait to be her friend through it all. I literally cannot wait to be her friend through it all.
13 July 2025
Memoirs of a Muse 