for a friend.

about a decade ago in a place not so very far from here, i met someone. it was destined - i guess. im inclined to think so now.

I was still in the process of mending a broken heart back then - and getting over someone was never really my forte. i never really get the hang of it. so, i take it as a sign from someone 'upthere' when this someone who bears the same name that i cant seem to get over with approached me that night at deevee8, out of nowhere asked me,

"are you a libran?"

which i thought was wierd. i turned to look at him with my 'wtf' face and said, "seriously. that's your pick up line?"

"got you there, didnt i?"

somehow, he did got me there.. we talked - introduced ourselves. blah blah blah.

i seriously think it was the name. we clicked. we became good friends -gradually. we kinda lost touch at first. but somehow, we found each other again and over the years, we became closer almost going into 'grey areas' where you cant even define your friendship anymore.

"thin line" - that's all i can say.

heee...

what good about this guy was that he saw it through me. the best – the worst and everything in between. we probably laughed about the same thing. 'probably' coz i couldnt remember much nowadays. or maybe i chose to not remember it.

he knows my fear. he knows my then-dreams.
i guess.

for a long time, I felt comfortable having him in my life. as friend. he was safe. he was someone I could be in the same room with not talking about anything at all or doing anything in particular - and at the end of that day, feeling like I have the best conversation ever.

someone who laughed through all my stupidity. someone who brought me back to reality when I kept on going back (or at least wanted to) to the same guy who caused me more pain than anything else.

he was there at the right time to pick up the pieces that was already in pieces before that.

with him, i know i can pick up the phone at any time of the day - even during odd hours - and know that there will be a voice at the end of that line to bear whatever meaningless question that might pop up in my head.

i know in my hearts of hearts that i can rely on this guy if my car ever died on me in the middle of nowhere.

i know i dont have to think twice about asking him - i dont even have to wonder whether im intruding his overly busy schedule. nevermind the fact that i dont have a car back then nor do i even dare to drive. thats beside the point.

its the metaphore people!

other days, i can just text him "tell me something nice." or "give me some word of wisdom" and he will do just that immediately. and my spirit will just take a drastic turn. days would be better.

and i'd like to think that i was all that to him as well.

one day, I found myself standing strong again and i was feeling rather restless. feeling like i needed to get away from everything... feeling that it was time to take my life seriously. overhaul it or something.

and I left everything about me that day. and, everything about me back then include him.

we lost touch.

my mind did wonder about him every now and then.

few years later, I found out he’s married. since i was not informed about it (not by him), i never really even bother calling him up and convey to him my heartiest congratulations. which i would. given the chance.

whatever happens, he’ll always be one of that dearest fren in my then life. I only wish I had the chance to tell him that. who knows, one day, this blog may reach him somehow.

fate & coincidence always work in mysterious way.

and to you my friend, happy birthday.
and yeah.. happy v.a.s.a.k.h.i. day as well.

thank you for everything.
appreciate it.

over and out.
:)