This past Christmas, my bestfriend gave me a lovely pink, brown-polkadotted umbrella. I only got the gift this January though, which is sad, because we live in the same neighborhood, work in the same city, but barely meet. This is what adulthood, I think, can do to even the strongest of friendships. But distance is nothing, really—to a friendship like ours. It doesn’t matter even one bit.
The letter goes, as dated December 2010:
Nicole,Merry Christmas! The most literal sense of this present, come to think of it can be traced back to two seemingly sunny visits to Makati. Both visits, we’ve forgotten or decided not to bring umbrellas, and both visits, as if a joke between the Gods, it rained. So bring this always, and never mind the weather.
This is to protect you from the many rainy days this 2011, although I hope there will only be a few. And even fewer of the “rainy (lonely) days” we both know so well. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY, this 2011 you’ll be able to share its shade with someone other than me, or your other friends. You know what I mean. I love you! Merry Christmas!Tisa
When I finished, I rushed to the bathroom and cried. I don’t know why. But I was sure they were tears of happiness rather than of sadness. Happy of the friendship I share with this wonderful woman, happy because good words came at a time I really needed one, and happy of the new hope that 2011 brings.
I’m done having crappy years. This year will be a good one. I promise.
As to you, my bestfriend, if the man never comes around, I don’t really give a damn. I’ve been sharing everything—not only shades of umbrellas—with you, and will still continue to do so, gladly, even when the right guy finally comes around.