All Jayme

An open letter to my soul friend

Dear A,

Do you remember the first day we met?

We were at the old Varsitarian office in the UST Main Building. You were being oriented about the workings of the publication while I was hanging out waiting for class to start.

You were part of the new batch of writers accepted for the Sports section and you were so enthusiastic about getting in. One thing I really remember was how you were so excited to get your own staff locker.

I thought you were too… how do you put it…. forward. I came ahead of you in the paper by a few months and I thought you shouldn’t show you’re too eager when you’re new.

But then I thought, maybe that’s just the way you are. Besides, writing for the University paper didn’t mean we had to be best friends and I was not required to like you.

But I did like you.
We hung out for a couple of times and I found you to be a funny and easygoing person. I felt comfortable being myself around you and I could even tell you my secrets too.

We shared each other’s heartaches and unrequited loves. We pondered over the meaning of our so-called complicated lives and wondered why we can never have the man we loved.

But we were not best friends.

I gave that title to a friend from high school and it seemed weird to me to have two. While you said you think the word is overused and it doesn’t always suit the person you give it to.

So we were just close friends.

Eventually, though, we found the right term for each other: soul friends. To me it sounded more special than best friend. It was perfect.

We became so inseparable, we even had a theme song. Remember “Everytime I Close My Eyes?”

We even sang it during outgoing’s night. I was sad when you graduated college and you had to leave the V.

You had to explore the real world while I still had a year to go.

Three years later, we were back in the same work place.

Again, I got in ahead of you. But this time, I was more than eager to have you with me too. The real world was daunting for me and I though we could take it on together.

We realized how easier our life was in college back then. The real world seemed more complicated, the problems were more serious and the monsters were more hideous.

We found comfort in CR breaks, when we could just reminisce the good old days.

It’s been eight years since we became friends.

I’ve gotten married and you were my maid of honor.

I’ve had a daughter and you were her godmother.

I’m still waiting to play those two roles for you. I know our kids will be friends too.

This month saw the two of us growing a year older and, hopefully, wiser.

I haven’t told you lately, but I just want you to know that I’ve always been thankful we became friends.

I’ve been through some tough times and you’ve always been there for me. Maybe not always physically, but I’ve always felt that we’re connected through our souls.

Our friendship is one of the things that makes me feel whole.

I love you, pare.

Jayme

P.S. Thanks for the smashing belated birthday / bridal shower / baby shower party

Posted in: Just Jayme, Miscellany, Reflections

Tags: A, friendship, Jayme

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