Let me be cheesy (in an unromantic, fully platonic way) this time.

It's been more than three months. It was pretty rough last December, with that fight we had. I guess it was about time he spoke up. Well, I mean, a person could only endure so much emotional damage, right? He'd been patient and quiet about everything, even though he knew I was trampling on him somehow. We'd known each other since grade school, so we'd been through a lot. I was his first girl (space) friend, he was my first guy friend (within PAREF, at least). We'd seen each other grow up and we'd seen each other change from innocent little kids to what we are now. He'd seen the worst of me - the total bitch side that people love to hate so much at times - but he defended me against what his own friends had to say. But later on, after how many years of a calm and steady friendship, he'd realized that I wasn't really much of a friend to him. I forgot about him and went on to new people without realizing that I had neglected the one person who cared so much that he'd been there when we found out about my mom's stage 4, that now, even with what happened, he's still helping me get over my immature bitch personality, that with knowing what kind of person I am, he still accepts me just as a blood-relative would.

That's a real brother for you. Forever and ever and ever.



Then there are the two girls who'd been there for me through thick and thin, the good times and the bad. They'd been there to listen to my endless rants about life, love, and the in-betweens. They know me as the whiny, manipulative, gossip-mongering, I'm-so-much-better-than-you, competitive little bitch that I am, and yet they accept me while still helping me become a better person. They're always there when I need to cry to someone, or when I need to ask about what color shoes or jeans I should buy, or whether I should say this thing or something else to some people, etc. When they're disappointed in me they make sure I feel it, because they know I'll only really care about fixing myself then. They are what I call my double-conscience, always making sure to give me dagger looks when I become too dangerously flirty with people or when I've been drinking too much that I'd just blurted out another thing I shouldn't have said. They know how complicated life is for me now, and they get it. they really, really get it.

Those are real sisters for you. Forever and ever and ever.



And then, finally, there's the new friend. We'd only started really talking to each other late last year, ever since Isha's thing, I think. But since then we'd become good friends, and he'd always be there to cheer me up when I was down (and by always, I mean always). He'd be the first to ask me what was wrong, and he'd be the other person who'd always, always make sense when he'd explain to me why people could be such asses at times. He could be sabaw and serious, fun but always well-mannered. He'd been the one to find my cellphone and guard the door of the bathroom when I was drunk, and he'd been the first one I ran to when I was pissed off at the male race (even though he's a guy himself), And, this is just a side note, but it's also because of him (and the other guys who keep on singing along to it when it starts playing) that Envy on the Coast's Gift of Paralysis now equates to cool despite the emo-sounding vocals. Fourth year became so much better since those IM windows started popping up with "heeeyyy" written in dark red font.

That's a real friend for you. High school good times forever and ever.





I watched his heart pump blood into those veins
Throwing punches at ocean waves