Saturday, 23 August 2014

From San Diego to New York

You know what?
I’m going to miss you. Who am I going to share hot cocoa/oatmeal/almond milk with in the middle of the night? Who will I serenade on a rooftop with cheesecake and birthday celebrations? Who is going to call me at 2am asking me to pick her up because she was scared her tipsy self wouldn’t make it back home? Who can I turn to for the best advice ever given to me in life?

One night, I walked around with music blasting in my ears, with nowhere to go. I called you, and even though you were busy and stressed, you paused and heard me out with my petty woes. You reassured me that things will work out, and I believed you.
Who can I turn to to talk about old friends and home, when now I’m left alone in a foreign land? And you know what? I’m going to miss you.

Our story is kind of unusual, even funny, if you think about it. We hardly ever hang out, occasionally bumping into each other in public places, making empty promises to meet each more often. We have catch up sessions, like highschool friends over summer break, because that’s how little we got together. But at least we did that. Thank you.
We were never that close, yet I feel a connection to you that didn’t need the strong intimacy of close friendship. It’s the strength of sharing where we grew up, and the ties we still have to our home and families on the other side of the world. We were never that close, but sometimes that was an advantage. We were fresh eyes to old problems of each other, and I can say for my part, you gave me insight to the issue that would have been invisible to those standing too close.

Today, 22/8/14, I told you a story from my childhood that made you laugh so hard you disappeared below the table. Your laugh is still ranked in my top three of most hilarious laughs. I could practically feel my ears burn as other people turned their heads to look at my friend, who was expelling high pitch squeaks and breathing harder than a 100m sprinter. Today marks the last day I will see you in a long, long time.

There are many more things I want to know about you, and I know in the future I will have many things I want to tell you. I want to hear that ridiculous laugh and voice, telling me that you are real. And you know what? I’m already missing you. I wish you all the best for your fresh new start, and to let me know if you ever need anyone to talk to. Because I sure know who I’m calling if my roommate is annoying me.
                                                                                                                                       J
p.s. I know how much you love quotes, and I don’t think I will be able to find a quote you don’t already know, so I’m going to share a little song with you:
“Just because we're growing up, it doesn't mean we've had enough
When times are hard we'll smile and say we're not afraid of anything.”
- Wild, Royal Teeth

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