Okay let’s see. I got this friend from my 11 year old self, and he was just so much of friend to me way back then. Reckon, he’s more like a brother, a dude. We make this weird stuffs, like making our base from chairs out of our borrowed-and-never-returned hankies, we make this weird drawings and pretend they were real and massive, we pretend to be ninja-like running like a ninja does, we debate on science facts and problems, we play ketchup and end up with our hands all bruised, we then make parodies of anything, and because I can’t stress this out, in short, I felt like having a brother, a good alien-like one.
Then came High school. He then transferred, and I’ve lost this brother I had for 3 short years. And yes, all the communications I had with him were cut-short. I did missed the stuff we did together, but ‘course, I still had other friends, and I was flown onto where I am now.
High school was fun, yes, no doubt and second thoughts. But still do I wonder what could’ve happened if this “brother” did stay.
Then came college like a sprout. In the middle of the second semester, I and my other high school blokes attended a debut party of our another high school bloke. And surprisingly, this long-lost “brother” was invited there. Felt awkward talking with him at first, because you know, we’ve never had the talking since like, the last time we saw each other. But then we had a chat, no a sorta story of how we were in high school, of how college is now, and whatnot.
After that event which I didn’t knew how, we started communicating. And I felt like, still, after like 5 years, he was still the ol’ one of a heck weird friend I had 5 years ago. And now, we’re communicating like kids. I said I felt like having magic, and he told me he felt like having servant robots. Then we debated about a freakin’ fly. He told me that a fly is a wild animal because it can never be domesticated, and I told him that a fly is not a wild “animal” because in the first place, it is an insect. And there, we started boiling down to the roots and origin of a freakin’ fly. It feels weird to debate about a freakin’ fly. HAHA.
There, it feels awesome and blissfully happy to have such a brother and a friend. That only a few can remain the same in all aspects, I guess. And I feel happy to have such a friend.