What is a friend?
A friend is someone you hold dear: Someone who is always there, thorugh thick ang thin; Someone who is only a phone call away
A friend is someone you can trust; someone who will guard your deepest secrets; Someone who will never let you down.
A friend is someone you can feel comfortable with: Someone you can sit silently beside, without conversation; Someone you do not need to fill quiet moments with
A friend is someone who can keep you grounded: Someone eho can gelp you see through your obstacles; Someone to shoulder you through life's trials
A friend is someone you can choose wisely, For a friend is your own mirror image: Someone to compliment your own self; Someone who indicates who you are as a person.
A friend.... is what you are to me.
With you, its all about voiceless communication - always knowing exactly what to say, but never actually having to say it. When no one seems to be listening, you hear. When I hurt but dont show it, you know. When I turn away to hide my tears, you see. When I feel like I can't get through to anyone, you understand. Your eyes glow just for me, and I know you're proud. You flash your magical, healing smile my way, and I now everything will be alright. You know everything there is to know about me. You know what worries me, what keeps me up at night, and what shames me so badly that I can't share it with anyone. More importantly, though none of these things bother you. You've restored my faith in peopleand proved that there is a thing called true friendship.
That's why I'm very lucky to have you
This friendship we share is so precious to me, i hope it grows and flourishes and lasts unto infinity. You are so extra special to me and so this to you I really must tell: You are my one true friend, My Guardian Angel. One friendship is one-in-a-million so lets hold on to it and each other. We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away for there will never be another. Thank you so much. I really appreciate the things that you've done to me, even the simpliest...
I'll be there....
I'll be there. When you need a shoulder to cry on, remember that I have a warm embrace, easy to offer comfort. When you think I'm too tough, remember that which does not kill you makes me stronger. When you need a friend to listen, remember that I am here for you, ALWAYS. When you doubt me, Remember that I once knelt at your feet, washing them in service to you. When you lose faith in yourself, remember that I never did, nor ever will.
Hope our friendship will last forever... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Somewhere.... somehow... someday...
It's over. He's gone.
Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end? There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems leeft undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest thing to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking crystal because you will never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was. At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bitternsweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must forget not because we have to but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds of him. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty wihtout the other. I dont know if it's calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time. Time heal all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with "... and they live happily ever after."
Sometimes we have to part because of circumstance beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up.
It's over. He's gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere.... somehow... someday...
Why do we have to part while the love is still there? Why do we have to suffer? Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye? Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end? There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems leeft undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.
In a relationship, one of the hardest thing to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking crystal because you will never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was. At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bitternsweet and the risk of falling in love. After all, nothing is constant but change. everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when without us knowing how, without us even knowing why. And we must forget not because we have to but because we have to.
In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion. It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds of him. It's like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night. Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing. Just imagine, there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty wihtout the other. I dont know if it's calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time. Time heal all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with "... and they live happily ever after."
Sometimes we have to part because of circumstance beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others. We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up.
It's over. He's gone. But life has to go on. Goodbye doesn't always mean forever. There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.
Somewhere.... somehow... someday...
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