An open letter to a dear friend.
*Warning: Cheesy!!!
Dear Friend,
I guess I could never find the exact words that could capture all the feelings that are "in the zone" the past few days. As cliché as it may sound, it's tough, but exciting. It's sad, but happy at the same time. It's scary, but it’s still home. When I see the bigger picture, I smile because it’s all for the best (God-willing). But when I look closer, I realize the little things that matter and that I would miss – and that makes me cry.
Little things. Getting to the same parking space at the same time, and joking each other who gets the spot. Starbucks at 10. Milktea at 1 or 2. Yosi-breaks at the unholy hours of the shift. Secret snides behind the desks. Inside jokes made here and there. Knowing looks that no one else can understand. Calls at 3 AM. The halved beef rice. The one round of drinks before heading home. Even the simple “Joy…” message.
And a bit bigger than those little things. The first day at work that immediately felt like home. The trainings that were like sleeping-pills. The employee numbers that I remembered because it was just always plus 1. The shared lunches with everyone. Approving and encouraging what-have-you’s when stress and depression are eating us. Going to Makati at 2 or 3 AM just because we didn’t like the “ting ting ting” sound in the middle of that crit. The serious Starbucks 1:1s. The ears that always listen to the rants I make. The same ears that appreciate the good news I share, whether big or small. The buddy who is always willing to help out at work. The confidante whom I can really trust.
I don’t think I can ever find another one like you. Then again, as we’ve said, thank God we’ve been there to enjoy these moments. I’ll miss you, but you’ll just be there, I’m sure of it. Despite the tears and the “in the zone” comments, I am sincerely happy for you. Go fly, and when you need to go back home – you have me, as always. :-)
Dear Friend,
I guess I could never find the exact words that could capture all the feelings that are "in the zone" the past few days. As cliché as it may sound, it's tough, but exciting. It's sad, but happy at the same time. It's scary, but it’s still home. When I see the bigger picture, I smile because it’s all for the best (God-willing). But when I look closer, I realize the little things that matter and that I would miss – and that makes me cry.
Little things. Getting to the same parking space at the same time, and joking each other who gets the spot. Starbucks at 10. Milktea at 1 or 2. Yosi-breaks at the unholy hours of the shift. Secret snides behind the desks. Inside jokes made here and there. Knowing looks that no one else can understand. Calls at 3 AM. The halved beef rice. The one round of drinks before heading home. Even the simple “Joy…” message.
And a bit bigger than those little things. The first day at work that immediately felt like home. The trainings that were like sleeping-pills. The employee numbers that I remembered because it was just always plus 1. The shared lunches with everyone. Approving and encouraging what-have-you’s when stress and depression are eating us. Going to Makati at 2 or 3 AM just because we didn’t like the “ting ting ting” sound in the middle of that crit. The serious Starbucks 1:1s. The ears that always listen to the rants I make. The same ears that appreciate the good news I share, whether big or small. The buddy who is always willing to help out at work. The confidante whom I can really trust.
I don’t think I can ever find another one like you. Then again, as we’ve said, thank God we’ve been there to enjoy these moments. I’ll miss you, but you’ll just be there, I’m sure of it. Despite the tears and the “in the zone” comments, I am sincerely happy for you. Go fly, and when you need to go back home – you have me, as always. :-)
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