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Thursday, January 18, 2007

My Friend

This goes out to you my friend. It is amazing how God works that you were there when I got the greatest shock of my life. I guess it wasn't too much of a shock but perhaps more of re-opening a closed painful past once again when it was being healed. It felt like being ripped apart once more, but worse a second time, just like how when your physical wound starts to heal and it gets cut once more, deeper.

It has been 10 years that we have known each other you realize that? Time flies indeed. We have seen our fair share of relationships that have come and gone and here we stand, after all this time, a listening ear always ready to understand, a shoulder to cry on, and a loyalty and faithfulness a testament to our friendship that has grown continually. There was a reason that God placed you in my life and the encouragement that you've shown gives me inspiration to look forward for a new day, a new beginning in my life. This gift of friendship that has been given to us is certainly something that I will not trade for anything that this world has to offer and I'm sure you feel the same way too.

It has been 10 years since I wrote this and albeit a bit 'kiddish' in nature (I cringe a little reading it myself, heh!) I did mean what I said. So here's to you my friend, thank you for being there for me, for accepting me for all that I am, for the faults, weaknesses that I possess, and for always seeing the best of me despite all that happens. Love ya heaps!

Close Friends

Do you last remember the time where you had such a wonderful time talking with a friend? The weather was great, the atmosphere was right and things were going just fine. We met said "Hi!" and complimented on each other. We found a place and sat down to waffles and ice cream.

We talked about the present, we reminisced about the past and we dreamed about the future. Each scene was wonderfully inter-woven into the next and each one was fondly remembered. We laughed at each other’s jokes, we poked fun at each other’s experiences and we discussed at length issues that affected us. We went to your new house that awed me into utter dumbfoundedness. It was beautiful. Majestic. The Taj Mahal of the East. To me it was the perfect home I had only dreamt about. Fantasies unfulfilled.

Dinner was at a place you knew well. Both of us had been here together before a long time past. You ordered your favorite dish and I mine. The eatery hadn’t changed much and when I pointed out the same place we had sat years before, you looked at me and smiled. A smile that could launch a thousand ships. We finished our meal (with you leaving a bit "redder" than usual) and made our way to the nearest coffee joint. Ahh! Such bittersweet addiction. Sweet to the tastebuds and bitter in it’s aftertaste, so much it can be said of relationships too.

As I sent you home, the better part of the journey was spent talking about why and how it all happened. These were great memories that both of us cherished. To relive it all over again had us spending the rest of the night at your neighbourhood park. It was close to midnight when we finally reached your house once again. As much as I wished the night would not end, both of us knew that there would be another time where we would meet and talk. For now, let the memories remain to encourage us and to so often bring a smile to our faces.