People come and go. No matter how much we try to keep the special persons in our lives, there will always come a time that they need to leave us behind. For some reasons I don't know, they will be gone and will make us realize that no one stays forever.
It was a cold Friday night when my best friend called to inform me of a very sad news. Her voice was shaking which meant that something was wrong. She told me that our good friend, Evan, just died. The bad news really broke my heart. There was a sudden rush of emotions as I try to remember how nice Evan was as a person, a friend and a barkada.
Until this moment, I still can't believe that I lost an amazingly great friend. Evan and I met in high school. We became close during my junior year for we both belong in the same clique - the Mutienians. Even after graduation, we still hang out and do the usual stuff during semestral breaks and holidays. With our hectic schedules and different priorities after high school, we seldom see each other in a year. But we still make sure that we find time to catch up with the updates in our lives. In fact, just recently, Evan and I spent a wonderful time together with our common friends. Who would have thought that it would be the last time?
Evan's death was unexpected. I feel so guilty that I won't be able to see him for the last time. His wake is currently at the province and I can't come home for his burial. If only I can cancel my exams and flight for the bar operations, I really would. I know that my good friend / brother / pare would understand.
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Wherever you are right now, I hope that you're happy.
You broke my heart when you died. I can't accept the fact that I lost a special friend. We may not see each other regularly but you know exactly how much I value our friendship. Every break from school and work, I always look forward to coming home because of you and our batch mates. It excites me every time I think of our batch reunions because those are the only times when we can bring back the lovely high school memories we've all shared.
Last month, I was already checking my schedule and the batch FB group for the reunion updates. I want to be home this coming December so I can attend our yearly reunion. I can't believe that you will not be there when we celebrate the Batch Reunion for 2012.
I love you and I will surely miss you.
Thank you for all the good times you've shared with me. Thank you for being there when I needed you the most. You were the most gentleman I've ever met so far. You never got tired for lending your shoulders when I'm at my lowest times. I remember all the wonderful things we've done together. You made me happy when you woke up early in the morning to jog with me, Shang, Brizza and Paeng. You were amazing when you prepared a breakfast after our morning exercise sessions. I also remember the times when you assist me during the preparations for our batch reunions. Thank you for the unforgettable motor ride when we almost had an accident along Espiritu St. I knew that you were not a good driver during that time but still, I trusted you and still said "yes" to the ride. Thanks for replying to my text messages every time I need someone to talk to.
The endless walks at the streets of Mangagoy, the unstoppable chikkas during our gatherings, the full blast dinners and meriendas, the amazing shoting moments, the classroom talks, the never-ending kulitan and many more ---- these are just some of the things that I will, forever, remember.
Every time I think of the days we've shared, I can't help but be sad and happy at the same time. Sad - because I won't be seeing you, ever, again. Happy - because I know all your sufferings have already ended.
It hurts to write all these but I know letting go is the right thing to do. Just what I've said, I hope you're happy now. I will miss you, my pare. Good bye. I love you.
See you soon. I swear, dili tika kalimtan.
With so much love,
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Nothing hurts than losing a special person but I guess, I just have to accept it. I know he is too young to die. Maybe Evan has already achieved the purpose in his life. Instead of grieving, I will let go and move on. I will remind myself that his death means the end of his sufferings.
The most important thing is that at some point in my life, I met someone like Evan who shared unforgettable moments with me. Evan was one of the persons who made me feel that I'm worthy of a person. I will miss this handsome guy... No one has touched my life the way he did.