She is one of my oldest friends. We went to boarding school together, back when we’re 16. Even then, things seemed complicated. We got into trouble a lot, with boys, with seniors, with peers even, especially those with some form of authority.

There were five of us in our clique, including me and Z. We were quite notorious and for some reason, everyone and everything pissed us off. People called us rebels and every other name they could think off. We sticked together through it all. Despite all the crap we had to put up with, those were some of the best times of my life.

Me and Z remained friends 15 years later, until today. She’s back for a month long holiday and we took the chance to catch up off-site in Port Dickson recently. She’s leaving in a week’s time to further her studies. I know I’ll miss her terribly but technology keeps us close, via emails and instant messaging.

Z is one of my closest and oldest friends. She has seen me through my worst and best moments. She held me together when I was broken up in pieces when I got my heart broken. She was there through it all. Fate has brought us to different places and directions, but our history keeps us close even if we live thousands of miles apart.