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Margie

It has been a long a time since then. But I could still recall the details of each encounter. I could still hear the sounds of laughters, of fun, of talks. I could still describe the petty quarrels, the misunderstandings, the disagreements.


Those were the days when we walked through our destiny...when we beckoned each passing moment to hurry up and make us see what awaits us...when the days seem restless and unnerving.


Those were the times when I had no one but the friendship I had with you. You stood by me no matter what took place. You were there in my most trying moments. You were even willing to take a few steps behind just to make me shine and give that one moment I had with my dreams. And then alongside with me as I traveled through failures and successes.


Days went on and with it we moved altogether to grow in knowledge, in learning, in friendship. Not a day would pass without saying how were we. It became a ritual, our ritual. It was those rare things that I surely long from someone I had never had the chance to say how much I appreciate each moment.


The days render me painful memories when there was no news about you, when all there is a thought and a prayer of your triumphs and safety. It was difficult to fight with something I know I could not defeat. Yet in the end, something more significant would always prevail.


Each day begins and ends with you. And now as we traverse different paths, I believe deep in my heart that friendship still remains.


Dear friend, on your special day, let me say those words I might not be able to say again for a long time.


Thank you for all that you have shared with me. Life has become more meaningful because you were part of it.


Thank you for putting up with me. For understanding my foibles and inadequacies, for lettig me be me.


Thank you for making me whole. You accompanied me in the most trying times and allowed me to discover who I really am.


Thank you for the best friendship I could have ever known.
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