Dearest Pippy
6 October 2006You have been my best friend for fifteen years. I have always known you would be my best friend forever (BFF!!!) and unsurprisingly you still are. How we have managed to stay best friends is beyond me, considering:
- We were only in the same class for one year in intermediate.
- We went to different high schools.
- We had different circles of friends.
- That stupid evil bint Donna Groves tried to play us off each other for many years and make me believe you hated me and vice versa, including the-telling-you-I-hated-you-and-making-you-burn-all-the-letters-I’d-ever-sent-you incident, the incident you were so upset about you didn’t tell me for many, many years afterwards.
- When I moved into Wellington you moved to Christchurch.
- When I moved to the States, you moved back to Wellington.
- When I moved to the United Kingdom, you moved to Palmerston North.
- When I moved back to Wellington, you were still in stinky Palmerston North.
- Now you are moving to the United Kingdom and I’m still in Wellington.
The above reasons have led us to conduct our entire BFF relationship via letters, postcards, emails, and the occasional phone call.
I have a box full of letters from you (I didn’t burn mine) that I go through and read at least once a year. Because we are also BFF to the max, we have almost the exact same handwriting and sometimes I get confused if the letters I’m reading are from you or ones I’ve written to you and haven’t sent. This was plainly obvious last night when you were at my house for the second time ever since I’ve been back in New Zealand and you added a bunch of things to my shopping list, with me adding actual items underneath your fake ones and not even noticing they were fake ones because I thought I’d written them. Sometimes I wonder if you are actually real. Actually, I don’t, but my other friends joke that you don’t exist because no one has ever met you. I’m pretty sure you are real, mostly because I would never have done a dance to NKOTB without being forced by a crazed 11-year-old Jazzerciser.
So you leave for London in just over two months. I can’t begin to tell you how sad I am. I would say I would miss you, but I’ve been missing you for the past fourteen years.
Love you forever and ever,
Arnie-Bop Mopper
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awe ani, you are such a sweet person, and a true friend. i lost my best friend just over a year ago – he died in his sleep. i know how special friendships are, and i know pippy is lucky to have a friend like you. you’re a true gem.
Hi Arnie-Bop
Thank you!
Might I add that you loved dancing to NKOTB, don’t deny it. In fact, you added some of the moves.
Also, I am so gutted I am going and leaving my BFF behind. So sad! I promise to visit lots before I go though!
BF forever and ever!
Lots of (lezzie) love
Pippy xxx