Yesterday evening, as I was walking to my car, I caught sight of a woman so familiar sitting at the table reading a newspaper outside this restaurant all by herself. Dumping all my stuff into the car, I approached her.
True enough, she couldn't make sense of who I was until the words I was uttering began to kick sense into her. 'Woah! My goodness, it's really you!'
15 years - she cried - 15 years. Yeah - I replied.
It's really wonderful to bump into old friends, especially those who have marked a page or two or even more in your life. Together, her girls and I, we laughed and we cried, over the lessons so dear yet at times terribly dry.
Many of them still keep in touch with me. I treasure the memories, regardless bitter or sweet. After all, how many 15 years can one have?
When they call me, or text me, or email me, even facebook me, I can't help but cry out loud and share their messages with anyone who happens to be around me. Then I would spin the yarn... Many have warmed me with brilliant news about themselves, their achievements, their lives; of course some have delivered unfortunate stories...
posted at 17.57pm
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