so we can be friends?

I know you still read my blog. I hope. I know you don’t want my uber long sentences but you have to bear with me if you’ll read this.

The bad news came to me as a surprise but as I’ve told you, lolo is in a better place now. At one point, I felt sorry that these things came to you at a very wrong time. But I’m glad that you told me. I’m still me. I’m still your friend. I may not be there anymore for the hugs, or for the pat on the back, but I’m still here. Just remember the things that I would tell you whenever you feel so low : you’ll be fine. You just have to be strong and positive. And remember the people who care the most about you.

I had to choose my path because it was the best for us. I just have to tell you that “almost 5 years” is not crap. Maybe we’ve become two difficult people. Maybe we’ve had our own excesses and shortcomings. Maybe we failed to see each other on a two-way street. But I assure you that I am so grateful for so many things.

The awkward phase came about last saturday. I wanted to say hi, but i felt like maybe it was off at the moment. I don’t know if it was ok. I was still testing the waters. Your text message last night gave me the go signal that yes, we can be still be friends as we have been during the last five years. I’m so happy.

As your friend, I would like to tell you that:

The next time you fall in love, I hope that she’ll be better than me in many ways. I hope she won’t be stubborn. I hope she’ll also listen to what your heart and mind convey. I hope she’ll understand that you’re busy. She has to respect your silence. She has to allow you to do things on your own. She has to know that you want to try out so many things. She has to come with you to all those places that you want to see. She should go shopping with you. She has to agree that pink looks good on you.

The next time I fall in love, I’ll make sure that he is better because I know you’ll get mad if he’s not. I’ll make sure that he understands my moods. He has to know that I love coffee, and at times, I would ask him to buy or prepare one for me. He has to know that when I take the cab alone, we should wait for the branded ones and he should get the plate number. He has to know that I love movies, and at times malling is my therapy. He has to know that I get the worst cramps every month and he should understand. He has to know that I can be quite vocal about the erratic people and things around me. Lastly, he has to know that he needs to say sorry when he erred.

I really don’t know how to end this. Thank you? Good luck? See you around? Or maybe all of the above…

P.S. 

I will never forget the taste of emams’ kare-kare. I will always be thankful for the Sunday dinner that she would send straight from Lumban. I love emams. I thank all of them for making me feel like I was part of the family.