After that, our friendship came easily. It felt like we were two puzzle pieces that had been waiting to be connected for years. Somehow, we always managed to meet, no matter where we were. It was as if the universe conspired to bring us together.

We always had something to talk about, even if it wasn't much. We could talk for hours about the most mundane things, and yet it never felt boring. I think that was the beauty of our friendship – we didn't need to be doing anything special to enjoy each other's company. Just being together was enough.

You called our encounters "coincidence," but I preferred to think of them as "fate." As cheesy as it sounded, it was true. I didn't believe in coincidences anymore. I believed that everything happened for a reason, and that included our friendship. I thought we were meant to meet, meant to become friends, and meant to be a part of each other's lives.

I loved the way I could make you laugh with the weirdest dad jokes I could think of. It was like I had a superpower that only worked on you. But it wasn't just the jokes – it was the way your face lit up when you were happy, the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, the way your laughter filled the room. It was the way you made me feel like I was the funniest person in the world.

I loved how you trusted me with your feelings, even though we were strangers who met by chance. It was a rare gift to be able to share your innermost thoughts and emotions with someone, and I didn't take that gift lightly. I promised to always be there for you, to listen without judgement, to support you in any way I could.

I loved how everything felt perfectly normal, as if we had known each other our whole lives. It was like we were two old friends who had been reunited after years apart. There was a sense of comfort in our friendship that I had never experienced before. It was like coming home after a long trip – everything was familiar and welcoming.

I was grateful for our friendship. I was grateful for the way it came about, for the way it grew, and for the way it made me feel. 

I was grateful for you.

[NARI'S DIARY]

Dear Diary,

Sometimes, when you look at me, I feel like you see it all - my soul, my heart, my pain. You see how messed up I really am, but it never pushes you away. You understand parts of me that I haven't even grasped yet. To me, you are the loveliest person, the most loveliest. It seems as though our souls are very old friends.

Yours always, Nari.