Dear Best Friend from across the globe:
If you are going to count the mistakes you've made, it's just like telling me of the mistakes I've made equally if not more. You and I, it seems, have the same fate -- but one came out stronger than the other.
Needless to say, I am not the stronger one. I only feed off of your strength -- as has always been the case in the years past. You were not only the best of my best friends, you were the keeper of my secrets. Secrets that molded my life, and that which you have kept intact to remind me of where I came from.
I miss you. I truly do. I miss the times when we would just sit by the stairway, waiting for someone (or perhaps two of them) to come by. I miss the times when we fight and express that grief over letters. If there was "email" at that time, we wouldn't have known its existence anyway. We were just content to be naive but we were happy.
I miss the times when we would sneak out to meet our teenage sweethearts HAH! and then exchange notes until the wee hours of the morning. I miss the times when there was only you and I to brave the cruelties of society -- but the cruelties made us what we are today.. and then some. You have my godson and I have yours. Two beautiful creatures, both taken from the wounds of our past but had grown to be reminders of our challenging but fruitful lives.
Even though the words are infrequent and few between us... there always remain an understanding that you and I can only decipher. You are my very best friend... till the end of time.
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