My old old friend from Hongkong flew to Singapore with his mum. We last met when my friend was 4 years old and me 7.
13 years ago, we held hands, probably running and squealing through the Singapore Zoo, Night Safari - the works.
13 years later, we (first) met, albeit awkwardly saying our hellos, then fell into continuous happy banter for the next 4 days to come. We talked, enjoyed the company, & we played like before. I was ever so reluctant for them to return to Hk, wishing they could just permanently stay in Singapore. As I watched them finish up their coffees, and walk to the departure hall, I never felt as lonely. Fearing I might just bawl, they smiled as they waved to leave. At that very moment, my friend pinched my cheek and gave me a huge smile & I felt like I was being the kid here. I could still whatsapp, facebook and skype them and I could still see their faces. We wouldn't have to talk every single day but we could make an effort to strike a conversation whenever we can.
Never felt this blessed and happy, & understood how friendships should be cherished.
Made promises to visit them in Hongkong end of the year (We never seem to make true promises to visit Hk for th past few years, feeling ultimately apologetic for it) & I hope that I could make this become reality no matter what.
I love you guys, from the bottom of my heart.
For letting me understand that the world's not just about worries and pressure, but also about the friendships we've forged and the people we care so much about.
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