Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Note to self.

Last night I was caught offguard by the sudden choked-up feeling in my throat when I hugged some friends for the last time this year.

I was quiet at certain intervals last night, taking a silent step back, looking out at my high school friends.

Seated at McD's around two tables joint together as one, the backdrop could easily be swapped to become our grimy canteen table, and our outfits changed to the green and green prefects uniform that most of us used to don. But same jokes, same snorts, same comebacks.

How silly I was, to actually fret about meeting up with my old friends-- what if we have drifted apart? What if we have nothing to talk about? What if, what if?

And now we will be separated soon once again, and moments shared like last night will be few and few beyond.

I jot this down because I want to remember the same tight feeling in my throat; to serve as a reminder, ten, twenty, thirty years down the road, that same jokes, same snorts, same comebacks-- my friends are probably one of the best things I have been granted in my life.


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