Missing the old life
Since the day I cut the knot of being a school learner
and started considering myself as a worker, there was never a minute or second (in
my life) when I did not miss the old days, the friends I used to be with...
when only memories remain, when only photographs are living proofs.
It’s just sad to accept that after the closing of the
curtain, we have to separate ways and start finding ourselves in different
worlds, most of which, in order to follow our every heart’s desire.
Because each has his/her commitments already (either
work, family, or others) and because of distance, meeting or seeing each other again would not be that easy as it was
before, when, for only one call or text, everyone gathers.
I miss them—my companions before. Why I’m feeling this
loneliness? Because those people have contributed to who I am now. They have
made me whole. They have shown me that I’m somehow special and important. They
have made me happy. They gave me the best friendship in the world.
This post would not be complete without mentioning the
groups that I miss (so much) —my HS Batchmates ’07, my Mass Com family, my TN
(The NORSUnian) colleagues, my boardmates before, my LSO (League of Student
Organizations) co-officers, my mates in YIFI (Youth of Iglesia Filipina
Independiente), and some of my close schoolmates and friends in college, high
school and elementary.
I miss how I was (before) when I’m still with them.
*sigh*
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