A friendship can only go through so much rough patches. Luckily for ours, whatever rough patches there were to get through, we got through them until whoever designs the rough patches realized we're unbreakable.

Katt and I have been friends for almost two years (so far as of this writing). We've basically been through the ups and downs of our friendship and been together through the highs and lows - mostly highs. I mean, she's always high. That kind of explains it.

The tightest spot we've been in for as far as I can remember was that time when I had to block her on Facebook and things just exploded like a not-anymore-controllable timed bomb. Before, when I look back at that part of that past, I understand it as a test. The universe wanted to see if it was to be survived. Gladly, it was triumphed over. Today, as I reminisce, I understand it in a more beautiful light. I see ourselves as two diamonds hurting each other in friction only to emerge shining brightly as one.

As I write this, I try to picture out the future years without her somewhere nearby. It felt somehow empty imagining she wouldn't be there with her distinct giggle. I have heard aplenty of that even in the illest of my humor and I sure haven't heard anybody giggle like that. She's really one of my fans when it comes to my antics. And it's a bit terrifying that one day, I may crack up a joke and no one may even laugh.

And I'm one of her fans, too. Her escapades (think greener!) are my favorite. We basically chewed cheese about those escapades inside our circle, uninhabited. even when we're sober. But no one can beat her with her details. For reasons I may never quite figure, she likes to tell her stories about those escapades and I'm kind of put under pressure to tell my own story too. But discussing my escapades here (if you think there were any) is a completely different story.

I've seen Katt's hair change from short and brown to short and black, to straight with bangs, to straight and long and now straight and curly halfway towards the end but she's stayed the same. It may be selfish in a way, but who she is, what she is is enough for me. I wouldn't want any alteration at all. So in immaturity and childishness, cheers! And if not to never growing taller, let's say cheers to never growing up!

The sky blushed and it turned PINK.

As if someone dropped some magenta ink

My mouth went ajar and I gasped in awe

A sight to behold, I can only drop  my jaw.

Cotton candy clouds crawled across the sky.

As if to conjur, oh! I must know why.

It's soon to precipitate, it's about to rain

Come now and leave my shirt a pinkish stain

Drizzle, all the way. Heaven drizzles!

Rain me strawberries. Rain me pretzels.

Can see water molecules rushing down now

Waiting like a kid, sticking tongue out.

I tasted it and it was so sweet

But rain stopped, then came the heat

I saw a pink shadow going up to me

Heaven must be kidding. It turned RED suddenly.

Muffled thoughts of endless uncertainties. Wrench and jackhammers destroying the insides. An instrumental playing like smoothest torture. Noises from everywhere wreak further havoc.

There's always a time for sadness. It's like heating a half-full kettle of water, when boiled, it gets out screaming. You can't silence it because kettles are created chanteuses. To question its ability to sing is to dispute the heart's innate ability to beat.

Only a couple hours ago, my heart was filled with happiness. Happiness may even be a misnomer. Perhaps, it was ecstasy. Or maybe, it was joy. For quite a moment, I was a happy half-full kettle of water until out of the blue, some devils tried heating me from right under. Sadness, once and for all, took over.

However, I am not desperate about my situation right now. No one should be. What I learned in life is that sadness passes in the same manner that happiness does. John Green said that when we try to minimize our pain, we're doing ourselves a disservice. So if you feel sad, feel it. Don't dismiss it.

I'm not celebrating sadness, though. This is my way of acknowledging it. Acknowledgement is the first way to alleviate suffering. I wanted to make the most out of it too, to impart learning and give back inspiration. If your reading this, thank you. Thank you for letting me.

I care.

Together, let's glow in the dark. Together, let us become sweetness and light. 

He isn't a stranger, at least not for himself. He is a stranger to you, nonetheless. He watches you saunter inside the room and memorizes how you walk. He watches you from his chair trying hard not to let you notice. He smiles at every sight of you, at every adorable downward bending of your lips. He likes how you remove your earphones from your ear and the way you put them together around your neck.

At first, he wondered what was your name. Now, he is aware you play soccer. He knows some places you've been to, and he would love to know even more about you.

So he asks questions anonymously trying to get to know you. He wants to know how badly your heart had been broken so far and if it has been healed. He wants to know what makes you sad more than what makes you smile because he believes that there  are so many people in this world who'd care more about the latter than the first. He wishes to be one of the few to help you understand why sadness is essential. And he'd absolutely like to be there when it happens. He doesn't wish for that to happen, nonetheless. 

He'd like to be your friend, your companion. He wants to know your dreams, your weaknesses, your prayers and your fears, and see you through them.

Yes, he. He who likes you in silence. He who admires you from a chair. He who only wonders. He who'd like you to know. 

He who is I.