I was cleaning out the message folders of my phone this morning and, upon reading this particuar text message from my good buddy Karz, which was sent to me in April last year in the middle of the bar exam conundrum, I felt I just had to post it here. This friend used to make practical, no, offensive, jokes at us, so it came as a surprise to me that he is, after all, all too human to display such poignancy through the medium of a cellphone.
Quite a sensitive yet a welcome gesture, the sending of this message to me, that is, if the purpose was to make me cry myself to sleep. The purgation of emotions had to start somewhere, right? I did cry myself to sleep not only that night but on many other nights when the hurt was just too much to bear.
More than a year after that eventful law school graduation, I can say that I have become stronger. The hurt has tempered, the tragic loss, eased back in memories, and the love story, fondly remembered, all with a view towards self-healing. Slow and graceful self-healing.
Image: Candle on my study table cum dining hall. My pad. 2008.
i read this without noticing that fear by sarah maclachlan was playing on my player. that song is almost a rhetoric of faith--- in love and its promise of profound bliss when you will yourself to just surrender. i guess that's the only way you can ever be sure you've really loved at all.
ReplyDeletecha, you have loved. and you will love. : ) while it can never compare, i hope you believe me when i say, it will be poetic. : )
i can really resonate with what tin's saying. true gyud. basta naa lang ko diri charooot. anytime you need a friend, a kumare ahahaha.
ReplyDeleteI'm so grateful to God for giving me such wonderful friends such as you guys. Kumares forever! I greatly appreciate the comfort each of you has brought to me in ways I never expected. My world is happier with you guys around.
ReplyDeleteLove you both. Infinity.