Marga and Krisann went to Lia's birthday party last Sunday. As I was uploading the pictures, I couldn't help but feel terribly nostalgic when I saw this one. We've been friends for 15 years.
Marga, Krisann and I met way back in Grade 1 (St. Aldegundis! hahaha) and we've been friends ever since.
We've seen each other go through so much--believing in innocent truths, the awkward changes of adolescence, the unforgettable joys and pains of high school, the stress and fun of college, finding love on one way streets, finding true love, first kisses and getting to know the real world for the first time.
I once unearthed an ancient autograph book from 3rd grade and saw Marga and Krisann's pages. We couldn't stop laughing when I showed it to them. From Marga's very touching and innocent wish of "I wish that the ozone layer will not have holes" to Krisann's favorite gumamela flower, we concluded that we have terribly changed so much (a little bitter, a lot older, a lot more complicated) but it's definitely a good thing that our friendship has remained the same.
Sure there has been a lot of petty quabbles in between, and there were surely some serious feuds too, but if we all show up wearing pink without talking about it, then that could only mean one thing--we'll find always find a way back to each other.
Love, I was taught, is a movement. And it is. Because no matter how far I've strayed, I always find myself with my friends, wearing pink and knowing that I can never be happier than this.
I did not mean for this entry to be this cheesy, but what can I do, I tend to be terribly emo when it comes to my favorite girls. Much love, dearies. :) Much love.
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