STOP O V E R

People in our life seem like vehicles that passing by, vanishing and leaving. When lucky you can have them stop to provide colors and smiles even if at the end the truth is they just really stop over. 

There are things that can just easily go unexplained. It’s the easiest way to avoid taxing amount of hurt and pain that the situation can bring forth. Sometimes it’s not “goodbye,” but “good luck,” not “I don’t love you anymore”, but “I love you that’s why I am doing this.”

Its been awhile since the last time I’ve thought of writing about this. I know I have the right perspective but somehow the courage is not there if I found out at the end that I made the wrong decision. Well thank you for the fast traversing time, now I can finally write it with no regrets at all, only good memories.

I don’t know if everybody would understand what I am writing here but I believe someone in the universe will do. I bet.

People leave not because they stop to care, maybe if given the time to explain everything I would have made my point. I just thought that during that time explaining things is not the best thing to do nor it would make things lighter and better.

When people left us and we don’t know the reasons, we start looking for reasons but no one can verify them and can confirm them even ourselves but only those who left. We are apprehensive, confused and our world seemed totally fucked up.

There is a fine line between friendship and love, a fine line between friendship and romance and super fine line between romance and companionship.

I wish it could have been more about friendship and companionship, I believe it would be better that way.

People come and go. They leave marks to our lives. They leave us with special lessons and though they are gone they will never be forgotten. Someday they might pass by and stop over again but it might not be the same again.

Photo Credit.

Of sandwich, caffeine, nicotine, friendship and love.

 After some long days and perhaps weeks and months of not having to meet some college friends, because first, I'd been busy doing nothing (LOL)...second, I'd been attacked with this non-clinical depression (of what? dunno) but like a fever with an unknown origin it will just subside and disappear unnoticed. Yesterday, Avec PM me at facebook and asked me to go out for lunch and sip some coffee after wards. I asked if there's a problem she said non, I took it from there and said "count me in" i would love to catch up and hear and tell stories.

It was a lazy-rainy-dull Wednesday. Perfect to to just hang around and do nothing but to laugh and share stories, old and new. Since I don't really eat too much for lunch due to my self-made diet regimen we decided to meet at the Starbucks on the SM sky garden instead and grab something to eat there and at the same time take our precious coffee. I am excited to see an old pal. We arrived perfectly on the set time and with no tinge of disfamiliarity, we talk non-stop and laugh with all our stories, seemingly we just see each other yesterday.

I enjoyed the moment. I listen to her stories: college times, distant past, near present and of the moment. Friendship, family, career, love and so on. Somehow It's like having a session with psychotherapist where I get to express myself, dig my subconscious and just totally breathe out everything. Aside from the extra bonus where I get to learn a lot from her stories and experiences.

We departed at around 3pm, say goodbyes and kisses. A short friendly encounter but it made a day very sensible and meaningful. That, in an idle day like that, you can call a friend, talk and listen to stories, and that will brighten up even the most weakest day. Thankz Avec I will remember you always:) See you soon...I'll cross the bridge when I get there...you know what I mean:)