those kinds of guys...a moment for you.
You, who I met one weird July night six years ago sitting at starbucks with fellow fencers , who kept me company while waiting for my man of the moment, the first man to break my heart, to arrive. You who struck a conversation with me about anything and everything, a conversation that never really ends, picks up wherever it left off whenever we have our sporadic instant messaging moments, texting moments, once a blue moon lunches and dinners. You who are my friend for all seasons, taken or single, heartbroken of overflowing with lust or might-have-been-really-love, happy and sad, troubled and carefree. You have unknowingly taken me through the roughest of times, enhanced the happiest moments, brought me back to sanity, kept me in a state of optimism about mankind. You have been my anchor, my wise cracking wise friend, my genius philosopher musician friend, my unforgivingly brutally frank shoulder-to-cry-on and hand outstretched in support. I’ve been to fewer of your gigs than I should have, I never watched your play, I don’t see you everyday, I don’t know all your deepest darkest secrets. And we don’t need to. Our friendship would survive even if we knew those deep dark secrets, but we don’t need to. Six years, with a lot more to come.
You, who I met one fine March day five years ago when I visited my batch’s high school grad ball, the date of one of my sweetest friends, who talked to me and amused me. We saw each other never in the first three years since the first meeting, exchanged offbeat quotes, funny conversations in the meantime. Then when fate brought me closer to where you lived our friendship became more in-person, a dinner here, coffee there. less than most people have in friendship, but more than before. Improvement however small is everything. You have been my funny friend, my keeping company friend, my common sense such-a-guy friend.
You, who broke my heart the very first time I really gave it to someone, who broke it again and again with each hello and goodbye, who went out with me in lieu of the sister you could never have. You, an adult, a genius, a beautiful-music maker, scary angry man.
You treated me like a child, then treated me like I was all grown up, depending on the situation. You left me for two girls, you left me cause it was over, you went away and came back and then fell in love for what I think is the last time, the most perfect time, to her. And so I go on with our friendship, greetings during birthdays and other occasions, knowing that the day will come when I will either receive a wedding invite, or news of your marriage. You, my monster, my once deepest pain, my friend. I let go of that past, and accept this better future for us. With no misunderstanding, no bitterness, no hate.
You, who I met in class, with whom I discovered a mutual aversion to barok people, who watched movies with me, who got into trouble with his possessive ex and not ex and ex and not ex girlfriend for me. You who introduced me to the others, them who keep me strangely sane in these days of upside-downness. You text out of the blue just to check up on me, refuse to share momentous occasions over text with me and wait for our rare tambay times, you give me hours of phone whine time, you laugh at my stupidity and cringe with me when I make mistakes.
You, my blockmate, who found love with one of my loves, who can curse me and criticize me and pick fights with me but in the end, be there for me. You’re no-nonsense, narcissistic, expressionless, stupid every now and then, lazy, but you for me are a friend I couldn’t do without.
You, family friend, who i met all those years ago by your family's pool in laguna, almost ten years of here and there conversations, phone lines cut off due to a year of incessant long distance calls, sporadic meetings to catch up on our lives. Our paths would never have crossed had it not been for that pool party of march 97. Am i glad i let my dad drag me to that one.
You guys, and those others who are in my life. You guys who pick me up with your words and your company, and your hugs and your corny jokes. You keep my head out of the clouds, or up from the bitter hell I can sometimes go to. You don’t treat me like I’m stupid, or I’m worthless, or I’m evil.
You accept, and you support. And you drink with me.
Just in case you were thinking I take you for granted, I don’t.
You, who I met one fine March day five years ago when I visited my batch’s high school grad ball, the date of one of my sweetest friends, who talked to me and amused me. We saw each other never in the first three years since the first meeting, exchanged offbeat quotes, funny conversations in the meantime. Then when fate brought me closer to where you lived our friendship became more in-person, a dinner here, coffee there. less than most people have in friendship, but more than before. Improvement however small is everything. You have been my funny friend, my keeping company friend, my common sense such-a-guy friend.
You, who broke my heart the very first time I really gave it to someone, who broke it again and again with each hello and goodbye, who went out with me in lieu of the sister you could never have. You, an adult, a genius, a beautiful-music maker, scary angry man.
You treated me like a child, then treated me like I was all grown up, depending on the situation. You left me for two girls, you left me cause it was over, you went away and came back and then fell in love for what I think is the last time, the most perfect time, to her. And so I go on with our friendship, greetings during birthdays and other occasions, knowing that the day will come when I will either receive a wedding invite, or news of your marriage. You, my monster, my once deepest pain, my friend. I let go of that past, and accept this better future for us. With no misunderstanding, no bitterness, no hate.
You, who I met in class, with whom I discovered a mutual aversion to barok people, who watched movies with me, who got into trouble with his possessive ex and not ex and ex and not ex girlfriend for me. You who introduced me to the others, them who keep me strangely sane in these days of upside-downness. You text out of the blue just to check up on me, refuse to share momentous occasions over text with me and wait for our rare tambay times, you give me hours of phone whine time, you laugh at my stupidity and cringe with me when I make mistakes.
You, my blockmate, who found love with one of my loves, who can curse me and criticize me and pick fights with me but in the end, be there for me. You’re no-nonsense, narcissistic, expressionless, stupid every now and then, lazy, but you for me are a friend I couldn’t do without.
You, family friend, who i met all those years ago by your family's pool in laguna, almost ten years of here and there conversations, phone lines cut off due to a year of incessant long distance calls, sporadic meetings to catch up on our lives. Our paths would never have crossed had it not been for that pool party of march 97. Am i glad i let my dad drag me to that one.
You guys, and those others who are in my life. You guys who pick me up with your words and your company, and your hugs and your corny jokes. You keep my head out of the clouds, or up from the bitter hell I can sometimes go to. You don’t treat me like I’m stupid, or I’m worthless, or I’m evil.
You accept, and you support. And you drink with me.
Just in case you were thinking I take you for granted, I don’t.
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