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Aileen

We have been friends since our university days. We have seen life's ups and downs. We have been through a lot and life's better because I have never been alone.


Friendship is not defined by the number of letters you sent, or the volumes of photos shared, or the messages received. Friendship is in the heart. It is created by the moment you found each other, the moment you unknowingly agreed to be with each other. You never told me to be your friend, neither did I. But fate would have it and we never realized that our friendship blossoms into something beautiful and I am thankful for that.


The days have turned into years and time has not mellowed down to us. We remain to be friends. Vividly I still remember, and I'm sure you do, the four of us: Margie, Predes, you and me. What better way to recall those days than remembering us?


One of the most memorable moments (there were many, actually) I had with you (and I hope you still recall) was during graduation day at PICC. Since my parents were with not there, your mother voluntarily marched with me posing as my own. To me, that was the greatest expression of our friendship. You may never be aware of that but since then I felt I was a part of your family, a son, a brother. There were no words to express my appreciation then, and I am not attempting to do so now.


We may be miles away from each other but distance is not a barrier to friendship. You are there. I am here. Yet we remain. Our friendship is one great blessing this life has to offer.


With a loving husband, good children and a new baby coming, you have been so blessed. You are reaping the rewards of the beauty of your heart. And I am just glad I have been touched by you.


Life goes on. As another chapter unfolds before us, some things change yet we know for certain that friendship stays. Enjoy life.


I may not have the words to say what is in my heart. I just want you to know that I really appreciate your friendship.


Happy Birthday!
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