Dear Maria, It is heart-squinchingly terrible how Ive forgotten that we belong to different time zones. I just resurrected from the deadline that had eaten me. The desire to earn more has trumped that part of me that remembers things, and dates too well! Forgive me now. I will pay for my mistake after this by going Coke-less and junk-free until the time I get to have sleepovers with you again. Yeah, I see you shake your head in consternation. Hehe. The years have flown. The afternoon naps we’ve hated, the childhood games we’ve made up, the Multiplex songs we’ve belted out, the books we’ve swapped, the red lipsticks we’ve put on each other when you were 6, and I was 8, all the summers we’ve seen and Sunday masses we’ve heard, and evening rosaries, the dogs we’ve loved and the deaths we’ve mourned; they all have passed and gone. Yet, all else may change, but we all start and end with our families. But more than our chromosomal connections, it has always been our friendship that has anchored me all these years. What else can be a better friendship story than one that had went through all of life’s milestones? The kind that you have had before you knew of metaphors, and heartbreaks or ambitions. The kind that you know you’ll still have even when you’re demented, grey, wrinkly, rheumy, and incontinent? Perhaps, we came from the same bosom of enchantment of a mother fairy in some distant kingdom where wings and fins are the chief means of treading places. I, making tiny bubbles underwater. You, blowing pixie dusts in the air. And fate decided to place us in a world where treasures are tangible, containable and sometimes, sparkling. We were handed over to two beautiful sisters that both taught us to be each other’s treasures, like how they were to each other. And to be each other’s lights! You have always been that safe space in rough waters, Belle. And with the consistency of a good pancake batter, we’ll both be Band-Aids to each other’s pain, always with as much courage, as much grace as we both could manage! And when this mad world breaks your heart to smithereens, crush your dreams to a pulp. And the beach, the books, and beers won’t do the work! Look up the skies, Belle! Wherever corner your wanderlust would take you, as long you can see the skies, you’ll always hear me in my giddy, you-go-girl tone! I am with you while you travel amidst life’s tempest. As long as you can see the skies, you will never be alone. Somewhere, there’s that other motherless daughter looking up the same sky, weeping, and longing, always looking out for that northern star. Always love with so much depth. Be fearless with your heart, as I am with my belly! You need magic as much as you need sense; some days, you need it more. Do away with bucket lists. Keep jars of happiness. Fill it up every day. Tread lightly through life, not just for glory. Always go in the direction of goodness, of kindness. And when life knocks you down, as it often does, we’ll always have the skies! I love you more than I love ice cream, liempo, and lechon! And that’s a whole lot of love! Welcome to midlife! With so much love from my fat-laden heart, Your always fervent, occasionally pensive, and forever distracted, and eternally indecisive wing-woman slash fan girl
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 14:02:02 +0000
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