I would have started this whole thing  with “the second time I ever felt joy was….” but I rather not do all that intro. It makes me sound too strict like I have all my thoughts organized, I don’t. Maybe it’s because I’m currently reading Catcher in the Rye or something. Feeling a bit New Yorkish. The book keeps influencing my thoughts but it’s whatever. Thoughts aren’t supposed to have a personality, they’re thoughts for Chris sakes. 

So here’s the story. The second time I felt joy was when I was with my friend on a Sunday. It was good evening at the beach, and everywhere was really cold. She’d just confessed how she one day thought of kissing this really hot lecturer when she got alone time with him in his office. I scuffed at her. She always said things like that, she had major daddy issues and all that stuff that makes you like older avoidant men.

“ You shouldn’t be thinking about stuff like that. It could get you in trouble you know” I warned as I gently placed a tangerine piece in my mouth. 

It really bothered me when she said stuff like that. The truth was that I cared about her a lot, not in a “i’m in love with her” kind of way but in a “I cherish her a lot” kind of way, I mean she was a really good friend to me. She always call to check up, do my makeup and make food for me when I was lazy. She’s the kind that buys you random stuff too and say all that supportive bullshit when I’m experimenting with some new business and my other life experiments. I respected her a lot. Couldn’t imagine how things would be without her. The only problem was the fact that I was scared to call her my best friend.

I did not want to be rejected, I’d already gone through twenty tutorials of how to get rejected and I didn’t want to say something that’ll mess our friendship up in some awkward way. 

“Sometimes Sade you make me feel like I can be loved.” She blurted out randomly. It was unexpected, she had this grin on her face before she looked at the almost yellow sky as the sun sank into the ocean. I never understood how she did it but she really made me feel like I was in a perfect sitcom series, especially when I stared at her and the wind blew her hair hair back a little. I swear that day could have been something scripted but it wasn’t, and just as I was about to say something, she said something else.

“You are my best friend, Sade. I love you.” She looked at me and I smiled. Up till today I don’t understand it but I felt so much joy. It made me happy and relieved to hear her say something like that. I hugged her right after, we hugged for a while when I whispered, “I love you too my idiotic best friend.” 

That right there was the definition of the seven wonders of the world, or in my terms, the seven wonders of joy. I finally felt accepted and loved by a friend. It was simple, yet unimaginable, at least for me and I experienced it.

That’ll be all for today folks. See you tomorrow