Miles Away

What could “miles away” do to us? A lot. It could even change us. As I was chatting with my best friend, we just realized how much we have missed each other including the important happenings or rather “moments” that we used to spend together back home.
Three months ago, I was home. Everything was the same. Slight changes were there including “moments with my best friend”. She wasn’t there. She left for US last year. I was happy when I heard the news, after a decade of waiting, she finally got her immigrant visa. At the back of my head, I will be missing “something” when I go home next. For people who don’t know my best friend, I’d say these things once again….

Chel does not forget. We’ve been apart, but not drifted. I had to work abroad for some reasons. But Chel is not for writing letters. She finds it boring. But little did I know… she tried her best. She wrote me a 3-pages letter back to back just to reach out and know how I was. I was so happy that until now I am keeping that letter. It is a treasure…a priceless treasure. After 2 years, I had the chance to go home. I was keen. Worried that maybe things had changed. After one letter, nothing followed. But I was wrong. We had a nice time chatting and reminiscing. We shared more secrets like we used to do. Patched up and consoled each other. Ah! It was fun! Real fun! I wish we could do that more often, but…….

Chel makes me laugh. She’s a jovial person. She laughts to the maximum nth power! She doesn’t care if the whole world could hear her laugh, as long as she’s happy, she would.

Chel understands. I am a moody person. Suplada and masungit for some people who do not know me well. But since we’ve known each other for long, she understands. She rides on my moods.

Chel fights. I’ve known her for years, but never seen her fight. Now that she’s a mother, she has changed a lot. She’d shoulder any loads, for her little one….

Chel cheers me up. She’s never dull. Never a moment like that!

Chel is special. I couldn’t utter more words for her. All I know is she’s special. And I’ll treasure that for the rest of my life.

I’d known her since grade school but never thought that we’d have this lasting friendship. I, therefore conclude, I am one of the few people who have been blessed with a true friend. I may have lost some in the past, but it doesn’t matter for I have gained and kept the real one.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Blogger since 2007 | Home-based Marketing Assistant | WAHM | Ex-OFW | Music enthusiast | Cactus and Succulent Hobbyist | A 41 y/o mom of two lovely girls sharing her adventures as she walks through motherhood and having to do most things on her own while her Indian national husband works miles away from home.

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