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Lysander

I had not known you that well. My memory of you goes back to our high school days. We sat beside each other and exchanged a few chat at times. Silent as you were, you just stayed there in that spot of the room. Your world was limited to that space unmindful of the chaos around you. I remember you as a soft-spoken and shy person. But there were times that we told stories about ourselves and things that only few people know about us. We seldom went together and had no chance of spending time together except in class.


During sophomore (or was it the junior year?), I seldom saw you. And we were not that close to really bump into each other. I knew there was something wrong but young as we were I did not know how to care about other's feelings. Insensitive as I was, I never nurtured the friendship that supposed was ours. I believe that you were a friend only that we did not have the opportunity to really get into it.


Times changed. Now that we cross our paths again, may the friendship of long time ago, be nourished by our wisdom andexperiences. I am just as glad of crossing paths with you.


Enjoy life. Enjoy friendship.
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