In all my moments of frailty, after countlessly stumbling down, after weeping buckets and buckets of tears, and after losing all the faith more than what I can actually muster -- I have had one person on my speed dial.
Probably the only person in my world whom I am very much sure to come faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound no matter how distant we are from each other. Sorry but he's not THE neighborhood Superman we all wish to exist and save our days, but he's my superhero - my very own Superman.
The guy who'd go out of his way and bend rules just to hear me out and to paint a rainbow of smile on my puckering face. The only guy who once treated me as his queen happens to be the same guy who knows that although I keep a strong-minded and tough facade, I can also be very squishy on the inside. The person who knows when its best to give me a heart-melting hug or a rough thrust.
The very same guy I have cursed, hated, yelled at, driven away and pushed beyond his borders for gazillions of times, yet a single message from me sends him on his feet and struggling to reply.
My go-to person, my modern-day knight in shining armor, my pillow during the darkest days, my prankster during my days of gloom, my best friend and my worst enemy who has forgiven me, and is continuously forgiving me for being the fruit loop, manic-depressive and sentimental best friend that I am.
I am writing about this love-hate friendship that we have not to be read now, but for posterity's sake. When things between us are no longer as screwed up and demanding as it is during this moment. But do know that regardless of you reading this next week, next month or next year. Our situations might improve or go downhill for God knows what kind of reasons, but in my observation and Mama's as well, it's that vicious cycle that we call our friendship. We may go closer or farther apart, yet at the end of the day, what's perpetually constant in the equation is us two -- and our boundless concern for one another which makes communication an elementary rudiment of our friendship.
That said, thank you Gerald. So much. For invariably picking me up and for piecing my naturally dysfunctional self together ALL. THE. TIME. For taking good care of me from afar. For seeing me through the hardest moments, and more importantly, for never giving up on me.
With you around, nothing's too hard to handle.
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