I find pleasure in meeting old friends and sharing new stories. A few weeks ago, I bumped into an old friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in over a year. We had a few sticks of cigar together and went on with our usual casual talk about how expensive items have become, compared people from here and there, talked about books and authors, and shared old memories. Then he said, “I find it amusing that, even when we haven’t seen each other in over a year, it only seemed like yesterday that we sat on the grass of Sunshine Park and talked about the same things.”
I find that amusing as well. Very amusing, and amazing actually.
A couple of days ago I met up with a very special friend and his parents at Glorietta. I haven’t seen him in over a year as well, but we often talked online and shared stories though text and Facebook (the wonder of Facebook). His parents decided to leave the two of us to catch up on things. While waiting for their transport to arrive, his father put his hand on my head and rubbed it, similar to how you rub the top of a silly kid’s head. I saw him look at me so fondly. His mother gave me a hug and a pinch, and told me to meet her in Baguio. Of course, I said yes.
Meetings are very wonderful indeed. Whether they’re old friends or new acquaintances, I love the feeling of connection forged when meeting people. The way you open yourself to new lives, new stories, and sometimes, life lessons through their experiences.
But every meeting entails a farewell. But as friends part, distances made, and new meetings encountered, we look forward to a time when we can say, “We meet again, dear friend”.
I’m looking forward to meeting dear old friends in Baguio. In time, I will see you again.
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