Monday, June 8, 2009

10 years and counting


I remember there was a time when a bus passed by our house, then I saw a familiar face. She looked at me at waved too, then I waved back. It did not happen just once, I think. Then unexpectedly, that person became my busmate.

It was a love-hate relationship at first. You know how kids are, very immature that they fight for the petty things in life. So we experienced that, and I really find those days funny at how our relationship became funnier then stronger. We've been together since our extremely nene days, when she did not care on how she looked and I had those braces that made me look sick. And no, we're not together, as in that kind of relationship. But I'm proud to say that she's my bestfriend. Although sometimes, we feel as if we're in a romantic relationship since we easily get upset with each other and all. But seriously, we have that kind of platonic love that I am so grateful about.

She's one of my friends who really understands and knows me very well. The best thing is that she's the person that I could really talk to about almost anything and everything. We don't really care if we cannot relate to each other's stories at times, as long as we share what's been happening to our own lives. We try our best to understand each other, and everything just to keep up with each other despite of tight schedules.

Another one is the person that I met through a friend. We did not expect that we would really be close and everything that we are now. She's my other bestfriend that I also rely to whenever I'm extremely down and all. Just like my other bestfriend, she gives that love that I need by helping, understanding, and being there for me.

They really make me sane, especially now. And the other reason why my relationship with them became stronger, is the fact that I also showed them that I love them by also being there for them and everything that they've been doing to me. It's really a give and take kind of relationship, which I really think should be.

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