picture postcards

...and I love you so.

We don't belong to the same leagues; different lifestyles and choices. Yet our preferences seem so alike. That same silly song with cheesy words echoing in the background of what could have been, smiling at each other with the knowing of those little secrets...

...then I miss you so.

What happened? No one knows. It felt so right, so natural but all good things come to an end. My secrets were safe with you, your smiles were infectious. You listened to my bouts of grumbling and me, to your past which you shared with only the few of us. I have no idea what happened, I really don't. All I know is that I miss the concern in your voice, actions and words. When that wall was put up in our path, it blocked off a confidante from my world, a friend I could depend on.

...they say it'll be alright.

We both thought it'd be alright but somehow, things have changed. Cordial strangers we've become. Naturally, losing a friend hurt. I confided in my other "angels" but I couldn't relate everything. Some things are meant to be kept secret, sacred to the memory of time. Just the other day, you seemed eager to talk again but it smarted when I remembered the loss of a friend. I couldn't face you. Looking at the bewilderment and sting that the snubbing reflected on your face, I immediately felt bad. I'm sorry but if it makes you feel better, I felt hurt too.

...baby, I know the story cos it's written all over your face.

Maybe something moved too fast. Maybe we didn't speak up in time. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Before lightning struck, I sensed it in your words and actions already. I was just waiting for it to happen. I saw it coming but could do nothing. Maybe you saw it first, maybe you too felt just as helpless? Were you really that clueless or too ashamed to face me? Don't lie; it only makes the truth seem worse.

...every now and then, you find a special friend.

You were a special friend. You watched me through tears and smiles, laughter and sorrow. Thank you for the time you've sacrificed, for the friendship you've shared. It has helped me through certain stormy patches; I hope I've done the same for you. A friend is always a friend and if you ever need me, I’ll be here.

...I'll make a wish for you, and hope it will come true.

p.s: we've both grown up and are moving in different directions but sometimes, reliving memories feel so right.