Amitié

In the events of befriending, I often thought that I tend to be the one who's there. Not that I'm always there, but I would be around somehow. And, so, the last couple of days I had been discussing with myself, how growing up means adjusting friends. With work, love, family to be juggled, it is only acceptable, that friendship runs with quality rather than quantity. Only, the qualified and short frequency had been lessen too. And I find myself alive enough to face it, and ignore it. For quite a short while.

Apparently I such'm a brat, that I actually had never ignored. I shoved it down and let it shimmer. And, shimmer as it was, today, I decided to text an old friend who has not been around for the reason we both-unconsciously- acknowledged was needed. Yet, he was simply not around and after a while that bugged. So, I harassed his decision, merely out of the insecurity for his withdrawal from my friends and my life. I texted him, without any question upon his being nor expectations of acknowledging the message. I think I just need the message to be with him.

Thus, I burst my tear when he replied. He's the same awkward-reluctant jerk who happened to be a too good of a friend for me not to care. Sebal.