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Dave (haringduga) wrote,
@ 2009-10-26 01:58:00
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    Current mood: contemplative

    In retrospect...
    I just realized something today... exactly 12:03am of October 26.

    When I came home from SM's Mall Of Asia (MOA), I found a friend invite request on my Facebook page. Though I would usually wonder who it would be and smile or chuckle at who it eventually was (or have no clue in hell who it was), this time was different. Mind-blowingly different.

    It was Cris.

    If you've never been in a situation where you saw something and could not believe it, then allow me to explain. I was literally paused over the computer, looking at the face and the name. For a good amount of time, all I was doing was staring. Literally stopped in my tracks as all of a sudden all the memories came flooding back. Who Cris was, Where we first met, When we first met, Why we met, How it all happened... and the What. All of it. Like I was hit in the head with a brick of flashbacks composed of memories and feelings.

    And as I tried to analyze what my mind was going through, I had an epiphany. There was only one person in the entire world, perhaps the entire galaxy, that knew about the What. Even my best friends, the ones I made way back in gradeschool, can not possible fathom the depth of the What when it came to Cris. Even though they had an idea, even when they know, only one person truly understood. Hogi

    She was the one I went to, the one I confided with. Even as Ems learned of it, it was still only Hogi that I opened up to about the bulk of the What. Being privy to such information, she effectively falls into the category of friends I share my weaknesses to.

    Thinking about it now, Hogi is probably the best female friend I've ever had. At the very least, I trusted her that much; and I still do. If I asked for her ear, she'd offer it with a smile and a smart retort. And after a quick laugh, she'd offer her two cents AND a dime.

    But I hesitate to bother her with my failure.



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