Someone called me up today to greet me a belated happy birthday since she wasn’t able to call me up yesterday. “Happy birthday Fritzie!” She was my first girlfriend who called me that way. Anyway, she just made my day special that I had to write about it. She made me happy. She had always made me feel great ever since we met almost 9 years ago.
It was around 6PM on a school day and we were both tired from all the classes. We decided to spend some time behind the Sacred Heart statue in the Ateneo (before the Church of the Gesu was built). And there it was, a shooting star streaking along the clear night sky. At that same time, we were making a pact. To always be there… to always care for each other. Though we have gone our separate ways, we’ve kept in touch. Still caring for each other.
Jim Chappell’s Lullaby from the album Nightsongs and Lullabies playing in my laptop.
I have always felt loved by my family, relatives, friends, and girlfriends. But what we have is different.
We used to love each other as lovers do in college. But it was a different kind of love that allowed us to go beyond our past to keep our friendship and care for each other even until now. We may be in different relationships now but we have always kept our communication lines open. We would talk about everything… her boyfriend, her family, her friends, her work… her life. In turn, I would also tell her the things that happened recently in my life.
Jealousy is beyond us now. All I could think of is that if she’s happy then I’m happy. For me, that is love… knowing that the person you love is happy with her life… with her relationship. Of course I miss her. I do miss her a lot. I would be lying if I tell you I don’t miss her. She was my friend… my confidant… my girl.
What keeps me going is the thought that whatever we do… whoever we become married to… and no matter what decisions we’ll ever make in our lives… she will always be my friend… my confidant… my munchkin. ;)
