We laughed until we had to cry
And we love right down to our last goodbye
We were the best,
I think we'll ever be
Just you and me
For just a moment
About five years ago someone asked me nonchalantly while I
was busy tapping my laptop keys, “When we get to the inevitable, will you blog
about me?” I had to stop what I was doing, took a sip of his beer and gazed at
the shore outside our hotel window. “I promise to write about you. When - that
I do not know. But all of these are blog worthy.” He cupped my face, kissed me
and said he will be waiting to read what I will have to say about him.
His question tugged a
chord in my blogger heart and until this day I can still vividly hear his voice
asking me that. I have done a few blog posts about him in the past but
it was written with much ambivalence, a perfect example of when love and hate
collide. The recent events in my life and hours spent talking with my best
friend Anthony and inner posse Myla made me rediscover essentials that I buried
after the demise of our relationship. Perhaps
when you are deep in pain, you choose to think about the bad memories and
negate the happy ones. Yet when you reach the point when you are good and
healed, your eyes become objective and yes, acknowledge those times when you
were so happy you didn’t mind if you were to die the next day.