I Am Not An Everyday Friend.

I do not text “Good morning” with sun emojis or check in like clockwork. I do not ask “wyd?” every afternoon like it’s a sacred ritual of devotion. I do not remember your cousin’s birthday, or that thing you said you were doing last Saturday at 3:45 p.m. Because the truth is, I forget. Not because I don’t care, because I do.

I am not an everyday friend. But don’t confuse that with indifference.

I love with a slowness, with a kind of deliberate tenderness that doesn’t always translate into notifications or heart emojis. I love like a river under ice, quiet, present, waiting for a thaw. I may not always be in your face, but I am in your corner. I will not flood your phone with check-ins, but if your world crashes at 2 a.m., I will show up in pajamas, holding a bucket of ice cream or whatever edible therapy i could find on short notice.

You see, friendship today has become quite performative. A curated feed of girl dinners, “bestie” captions, and instantly replied texts.

And i well, I am not built for the algorithm. I am built for the quiet things. The late-night heart spills, the ugly crying, the awkward silences that stretch and fold into comfort.

I will not always be there for the small talk. But I will sit with you through the hard talks, i will remember your silence more than your words. I will notice the tremble in your laughter and ask about the things you didn’t say.

I disappear sometimes, some call it “unintentional ghosting”. I get swallowed by my own world, and yes, it’s a maze in there, complete with overthinking, over analyzation, and the occasional existential plot twist. But i return. And when I do, I bring all of me, the raw, honest, inconvenient me.

So no, I am not an everyday friend. I will miss some milestones like your wedding perhaps or a naming ceremony, respond late, and forget to double-tap your engagement post. But I will hold your secrets like sacred scripture, though I must confess, my brain has a habit of gently misplacing the finer details. It’s not betrayal, it’s self-preservation. And honestly, thank God it does

I will pray for you when you don’t even know you need it. I will love you in the way that lingers, in the pauses, in the in-betweens, in the unspoken.

I may not be always around, but I am always here. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the kind of friendship that lasts.

❤️