GIFT OF A FRIEND

A Chapter by CHRIS ANDES

maybe tomorrow..

GIFT OF A FRIEND

by christine zapanta andes

“The world comes to life and everything's bright
From beginning to end when you have a friend by your side
That helps you define the beauty you are
When you open your heart and believe in the gift of a friend”

It’s not that I like Demi Lovato that I made this song as my introduction; it’s just these melodious words that captured me to switch my monotonous daydreaming in the jeepney-ride-to-work journey into a reminiscence of a memory.

You may call it melodramatic, yet there’s no one to blame if I learned to resemble every person I met with a song.

Indeed, I wrote this chapter for the one I remembered teh most as the clear night sky slowly falls on me like a raindrop in a misty eve of summer:

In the days of my extreme eagerness to pursue my dreams, we meet halfway. And the one thing she said that I’d never forget was “always include in your goals, the things that you can do/ contribute to your workplace.”

Well, I was astonished that I realized I seem to wake up every day, go to work and fill the day with paper jams and post-it’s, without defining the real essence of what am I doing.

True, that at this very moment, I am still confused of what was and what will be of me; but I never thought she’s the person who will push me to wake up and realize that I am already at the edge of a building.

Maybe sometimes, you don’t know that the very person who can answer your burdens is just a sit-apart. And I was kind of lucky; lucky to see that the person who made my day (which is today as I wrote this sort-of-nonsense-stuff) is the one I least expected; considering that she’s the only one who makes me feel I am normal than anyone else despite the fact that I used to being weird for many.

If you happened to have a lot of friends, you might find this chapter insensible; but for the people with only a few like me, it’s a big deal.

The very thing that collides us is food. The moment we sit together, we feed not just our stomach but our talks with different stories. We learned to share our to and fro; how we laugh at our own faults and share our ultimate principles in life.

Time might not be that kind to us when she had to leave. I never got the chance to know her favorite color or dress. And I never had the chance to let her know that this song clearly reminds me of how I learned her life-long views for me to consider that I do not merely exist, yet I LIVE.

P.S. Thanks Ate Roby