Sunday, September 5, 2010
Her low necklines don’t lie
If only time permitted me, I would take a trip back to 3 years ago and have another College day. I would struggle to fit in my skinny jeans, put on the shirt on top of my pile and slip on my silver havs. I would take my normal chaotic commute to Taft and arrive there an hour before my first class. Even with my eyes closed, my feet would drag me to Medrano Hall, where most business students hang-out in between classes. I would search the room for familiar faces through one swift look. For today, the recognizable face would be that of a friend I have grown to be close with throughout the years. I call her “Ate”, even though she’s a year younger. That says a lot about her, I guess.
If time permitted me, I would take another day in College, when I would be in school way too early for class, only to find out we have a free cut. If time permitted me, I would go back to a class- free College day for another walkathon with this girl:
She tells you when you’ve gained weight but will never stop you from ordering large fries and additional sundae when you reach the fastfood counter. She’ll even commit that crime with you if you need her to.She tells you if you have something in your teeth, or worse, in your nose in plain English and not with ridiculous hand gestures because she would rather you hear it from someone who cares than someone who will laugh at you after.
She tells you her daily ventures and personal struggles because she permits you to be a part of her, and letting her in is as equally easy.
She points out your imperfections, reminding you everyday that you’re flawed yet amazing and falls nothing short of a person who deserves to be loved- faithfully.
She confesses about her Plans A, B and C on how to steal your boyfriend because it’s her way of saying you got a good one.
She is that friend who is quick to say ‘why not?’, always ready and eager to take on adventures rather than pondering too long asking ‘why?'.
She had her heart broken but would never be heard bad mouthing the entire male population or calling love overrated because she is everything but a pathetic bitch. One of life’s twisted turns won’t knock her down.
She’s that friend who is brutally honest, without minding if it will hurt, as long as she puts sense into that clouded mind of yours. After all, she doesn’t care if you will still like her in the end. She only cares about pulling you through all of it; THROUGH and not the by sugar- coated easy way out.
She is the girl with firm values, in-tack relationships, strong convictions and a heart that is toughened by her desire to enable people to stand for themselves. She is the girl whose honesty goes with a little pain in the gut and a whole lot of love. And the world certainly needs more of that girl.
Our friendship wasn’t instant. We come from different backgrounds- religion, family, etc.- but we were glued together by a friendship that dwells on honesty, respect and acceptance. Sure, those words are too common you hear them everyday. But in a friendship? They’re unquestionably rare.
I miss this girl.
# posted by Liana : 10:21 PM
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