Moi with my cousins Zaira and April in Aklan. If only we were nearer then maybe…just maybe…
I just realized today how much I missed having a confidante. oh, I have a lot of friends I could call and unload…but I miss her. I just miss getting it all out…laying it all on the table and scrutinizing each juicy detail bit by bit.
everybody has somebody like that…at one point or another in their lives. but not everybody gets to have someone to really talk to always. stuff happens, change sets in, and more often than not, what you have become drives you apart.
all the blah about class being not a necessary distinction for friendship is trash. class may not work in this case in it’s traditional sense, but class exists my friend, albeit wearing a different persona. there is class according to economic production, there is class regarding to school, work, hobby, etc. and there is class according to our principles.
principles. stuff we believe in. stuff we fight for and feel strongly for. but this is also the kind of stuff that can tear old friendships apart, driving a wedge between what used to be a formidable bond.
I sort of learned that the hard way. I miss her. but I can’t forget what she did either. it’s a matter of principle, she’d surely say. and I, ever the stubborn girl that I am would say, those are yours to live with, not mine.
silence (im sure) will set in. reminding us both of what we’ve both become…of what we’ll never become.
And 3 of the housemates are from Davao… hmm. Intriguing. 
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