What are friends for?

Rj called the other day and told me that his mom was confined at Makati Medical Center due to a heart problem. Since I was within the vicinity, I decided to visit.

I left the office at around 9 and it took me 30 minutes to walk along Ayala Avenue before reaching the hospital, but my feet didn't seem to mind. I enjoyed walking, especially under the moonlit sky...I was excited to see my bestfriend among the guys, but somewhat gloomy that we had to meet at such an occasion.


It has been a year since we last saw each other, but I could still recall the times he has been there for me. In college, he saw me cry a number of times because of the most nonsense of reasons, but he still just allowed the tears to trickle down my cheeks...I always used to think that those people who witnessed tears streaming down my face were considered by myself as true friends. Not everyone gets to see that defenseless side of me...What more now...I think I don't know how to cry anymore...


For some people, a person who cried a lot was irritating, somewhat showing weakness and dependency...that's why I always felt free around Rj, although he and I had a lot of differences. He accepted me for being weak and strong, for being timid and aggressive...for all the contradictions rolled into one being...me.


It was painful to see him go through such an ordeal. Although he put up this facade which showed strength, I knew deep inside he was worried for his mom. I never knew how to act in such circumstances, so I just told him to be strong and for him not to forget to pray...


As I was nearing our house, I received a text message from him thanking me for my visit.
"Maddy, ingat ka. Thanks for visiting my mom. God bless."

Rj, for all the times you've been there for me, let me repay you in my own little way...you and your family never left my prayers.

Trying to make sense... =)

I'm no love guru...but it's easy to spot people who are in love. You see it in their eyes, the way they look at each other and somehow, you also feel it in their touch, although not an inch of their skin is touching mine.


Sometimes, people deny it...out of fear that the other person might avoid him/her if he/she found out, but still, their longingness for that person is so obvious. I guess, they just need more time...to get the hang of it..to learn what dance steps they have to use as they listen and sway to the tunes of romance.


Life is too short to keep thinking and not doing anything. If there's nothing stopping you from expressing your true emotions to the one you love, then go! As long as you know you're not hurting anybody along the way, then nothing should be of any hindrance. Never be afraid. Love is a risk...a risk always worth taking.


Sometimes, there are people who think that they are in love with somebody else, even if they're already committed to someone...those instances when the one who's in love wonders how it would be like to be with the new "somebody". There are people who take the risk and leave their present significant other, but then there are those who will try anything to manage both, simply because he doesn't want to choose...doesn't want to live life without...well, both.


I think that life is a matter of choice, with every rationalization to be explained in due time. Every action has a corresponding reaction, a consequence resulting from the decision we made. Nothing in life is ever easy. We would always have to go through a needle's hole before we attain the peace of mind and contentment we so long desire. That's why, we should learn how to choose the best option...not to always get everything we want...because if we don't choose now, we might lose everything.


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Sometimes I wonder if I should consider this as a gift, this ability to know who's in the heart of another...


Then again, sometimes, I wish I didn't feel too much...because I know that the one I love...loves me...


But...