The Swing
We are two different individuals and our ways are opposites. While I am a homebody, he is the one who wanted to be away all the time. Any holidays are meant for traveling. He was the one who brought me to Khao Yai where we met other foreigners for a jungle trek. It was that time when one of my runners opened up and I was literally limping dragging that opened sole until I found a store and bought a new pair of sneakers. And then to Samut Songkram where we rode a boat silently gliding into the waters to see the spectacular fireflies nestled among trees and where it was my first time to experience home stay with a local family.
I had the chance to visit him in his university where one day, he prepared a bountiful feast for a picnic near the river. That was probably one of the sweetest thing a friend had done to me. There was also the once a month movie watching as he is a film buff. After the movie, I see myself sitting at the pavement opposite the theatre watching people passed by. Whiling away time, the conversations were of depth and humorous, ending only because it was already past two in the morning.
Our initial meet was when a common friend organized a dinner as he just arrived from Canada. I was seated beside him and during the course of conversation found out that he was also stationed in Thailand. Lo and behold, our trip back to Bangkok was on the same day so we met at the airport and chatted inside the plane for more than three hours non-stop. I bet the people behind and beside us were annoyed with our chuckles, laughter, and noise. It was one happy ride, knowing I am the over dramatic passenger where throwing up in the lavatory or a sickness bag is a normality.
When we initially parted ways for some reasons, we didn't see each other until one coincidence. I was walking along a mall in Makati in one of my visits to the Philippines when all of a sudden, a familiar face was walking towards my direction. We stopped, looked at each other, laughed and hugged for some minutes. It was tight, dismissing the fact that we were in an overcrowded mall. We were probably being looked with envy or derision.
Then in another fateful day, we met for my birthday and unknowingly, will be our last meet. It was a very heartwarming and honest conversation. To quote him, " I decided to let go of people that are of no use to me anymore this coming year, closing my doors to them and cutting off ties as it is time consuming." To which I reply with, "I guess you already made a choice."
After that ominous night of revelation, it was time to walk away and never look back.
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Have a great day Sir Jo and God bless
The world is just a stage and we are actors meeting up to trade each other's karma. Everything we see is just a temporary illusion. Smart of you to close the door and open up a new bright world.
Heartbreaking, yet we get to learn to live with it.
But that swing just needs a little repair for new memories to start. Most likely, with a new person. People come and go as they say, their memories either stays or over-written but never fogotten. Might as well decide to overwrite this one :) :)
It makes sense to me. Good luck Jonathan.
Rae | Love from Berlin
I am speaking about the new actors in my present life, the people I meet each day, and the new people I am meeting here in my blog. I do hope that the fire of writing still lingers among us so we can continue to pay visits and grow in friendship.
Welcome to my abode of rants and reflections. Yes, I am a person that gives meaning to everything I see because I treasure each of its existence. It could be a rock in the garden, or a dragonfly with a broken wing. Each have a story and I become their storyteller. My friend is long gone and the good things are always remembered even with those harsh words at the end.