Vivid memories of my BFF

It was my BFF’s birthday 2 days ago and I’ve been thinking about her. Things that come to mind:

1. Her red tight, wavy long hair, the prettiest girl in the class, yet a bit introvert.
2. Her favorite dishes were pasta with butter and cheese, fried eggs and fries, chocolate, cakes. She used to call to her maid during recess to tell her what to make for lunch.
3. Study “meetings”. I spent a lot of time at her house with her cats. We studied together before the exams. Long afternoons.  
4. Hiding at her home when ex bf went crazy. She witnessed all the dramas I had with my ex bf.
5. My first ever summer vacation was with her family, in punta del este. We were badly constipated at the same time, we did glute exercise together. I learn how to “vacation” with her family. Long hours of reading at the beach, at the house, long chats during meal time. 
6. Trip to Carilo with our bfs. I remember his bf running naked to the beach. 
7. Our first trip to Europe and got robbed. We had to buy new clothes, same clothes, so we looked like siblings.
8. My first visit to Germany after she moved there with her now husband. I vividly recall we talked non-stop for 4 hrs and were exhausted. We both felt we had a lot to process. It had been years since we saw each other.
9. Going together with her and her husband to the naked hot spring.  
10. She and her husband came to my wedding in China, my only bridesmaid.
11. Our calls when she was pregnant for the first time withe experiencing frequent bleeding.
12. Meeting her in Buenos Aires after my dad passed away and she just had her second baby. 
13. Visit her with my girls and my mom in Germany. It was surreal that suddenly two little girls became moms of two kids each.
14. Our solo trip to vipiteno. Although only 2 days, it felt so special and luxurious to have time away from our families.
15. Our long chats about weird things we do and zero shame. We never judge each other, because we know where we came from too well.

She’s my soul mate, witness of my being and becoming. She knows about me more than my parents and probably my husband. Sofia often asks me: when will I find my BFF? I could only say, if you are lucky, you’ll find one eventually.