I miss you

I miss you. It’s been eight months since we last had coffee and talked. I miss hanging out with you.

 I miss talking to you. I love how we could talk about anything and everything, whether or not they make sense. I miss how we could make sense of senseless things and see the senselessness of things with sense.

 I miss the way I laugh when we’re together. I don’t get to laugh as heartily as often as before.

 I miss our road trips. I miss how we’d get in a car without any plans but to drive around. Then we’d have this crazy idea to go somewhere and we just go there. I have always believed they’re a healthier way of addressing our escapist tendencies.

 I miss having someone I could tell my secrets to, and not just the naughty kind of secrets revealed in locker rooms (although I still tell you those), all secrets. When I’m with you I can be my true self. You know how stupid I can be and you know all the dirty laundry I keep, but you have stuck with me nevertheless. You have even helped in washing some of the laundry.

 I miss how I’d usually “steal” you from your boyfriend so that we could have dinner or watch a movie (I have to take my hat off to Gamby for the trust he gives you and me and for the respect he has for our friendship. I think it takes extreme self-security and a lot of love for you for him to pull that off.) I have always looked forward to those times. There are but a few people I love spending time with and you belong to the highest echelon of those people.

 I have always been grateful for you coming into my life. I love you, and I know I’ve told you that a hundred times. Love is what keeps our friendship strong. I am and always will be your friend. I sure am glad that we both believe in Happy Endings.

 I miss you, Nhinya-pot. I’m glad you’re coming home soon.

Comments

  1. gingy antonioSeptember 26, 2007 at 10:45 PM

    kala ko naman kung sino...lol

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  2. Jeco PlacioSeptember 27, 2007 at 12:43 AM

    so who's she? friend?

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  3. red pasetesSeptember 27, 2007 at 9:31 AM

    bakit? sino ba inakala mo? hehe

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  4. red pasetesSeptember 27, 2007 at 9:33 AM

    not just a friend, one of the greatest friends. i think a good analogy is, nhinya to me is what julie is to you. hehe.

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  5. Jeco PlacioSeptember 27, 2007 at 1:38 PM

    galeng ah. medyo naintindihan ko na. may utang pa akong blog dun.
    hindi pa naman siya umaalis eh. hehehe.

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  6. red pasetesSeptember 27, 2007 at 2:14 PM

    baka dinedelay mo paggawa kasi ayaw mo pa siyang umalis. in denial ka pa. hehe.

    buti nga si julie nandito pa din sa bansa afterwards eh. si nhinya nag-singapore. bibisita lang.

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  7. Jeco PlacioSeptember 27, 2007 at 2:29 PM

    hindi naman siya yung skipping stones?

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  8. red pasetesSeptember 27, 2007 at 4:32 PM

    nope. but nhinya knows who the girl in skipping stones has been patterned after.

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  9. Jeco PlacioSeptember 28, 2007 at 1:10 AM

    rephrase ko yung question. was the girl in skipping stones patterned after nhinya?

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  10. red pasetesSeptember 28, 2007 at 9:43 AM

    nope. the female protagonist in skipping stones has been patterned after someone else. nhinya knows who that someone else is. she's one of our favorite topics for conversation. hehe.

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