Thursday, April 14, 2005
back on the friendship track
Friendship consists in forgetting what one gives, and remembering what one receives.
Back in high school, I knew that she was one person who was for keeps.
It came automatically. This 'for keeps' thing is so juvenile and as tacky as the entries in the ubiquitous high school slumbook go, but hey, I meant it.
I thought she made a lot of sense. I thought she understood me more than anyone else. It was just a pity we got to know each other in our senior year. Nonetheless, when it was time to say goodbye, we promised to keep in touch, no matter what.
Then again, growing up meant growing apart.
I forgot about high school and got too busy trying to grow up. Too busy, I guess, that we lost touch.
But I guess I could not escape high school even if I wanted to. There were the weddings, christening, house blessings and all sorts of milestones in the lives of people who once graced the pages of my own slumbook to keep me reminded. Yeah, I used to have one, so? :)
Anyway, these events always triggered memories of yesteryears and made me wonder whatever happened to those few precious friends I had then...whatever happened to Etta?
God bless whoever created yahoogroups. Someone from high school managed to track me down, asked for my email addy and the rest was history. All too suddenly, we became current...well, except for the faces I associate the names with. I wondered aloud how they looked now and what they made of their own good lives. It turned out everyone was on the same line of thought.
So we met up. And there was Etta! :) Needless to say, we chatted endlessly. When it was time to go, we promised never to lose touch. This time, the pledge was for keeps. Why, we are grown-ups and grown-ups have supposedly outgrown their erratic ways by now, keeping promises included. :))
Now, I am chatting away with her.
It feels so good talking to her because I can tell her everything. And I mean everything. I can write kilometric lines and she gets it. No matter is too trivial or unimportant to her. And each time, her riposte is so funny I sometimes forget my oh-so-important issues.
She is the reason why I write this blog, to thank her for just being there.
I never imagined just being there could mean so much.
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