nostalgia

It takes your enemy and your friend, working together, to hurt you to the heart; the one to slander you and the other to get the news to you.

-Mark Twain

I was in a state of nostalgia upon viewing the album of one of my friends in multiply. It seems that it was just like yesterday that I was with them having fun, cracking jokes, telling secrets and all the things that a typical barkada does when they get together. Well, it has been two years since my barkada and I fought and split up but until now I am still hoping that one of these days we’ll be together again and start again the good old days. Quite impossible as I see it right now, all the hopes that I had before are running out and I don’t know what the future has to offer when all my hopes are gone.

They say we were the intelligent barkada in school. If there was something we were proud of, then it was our brains. Hehe. Almost all of us were honor students and they said that we could fix anything that would come our way. I guess not, because not all problems could be solved through textbooks. For starters, we never had a major argument. Not that I could think of. I guess that was our major blunder, we never had healthy fights and when the real clash happened no one seemed to be in command. Well there were those who stood up to fix the problem but naïveté as they were, they were never close to repair the damage one conferred to the other. There were a lot of individual clashes that resulted to the division of the group and the severity of the situation is like cancer spreading in the body. The hurt was precise, all had something to say and all prides up.

My last hope I give it to time. I may not forever believe that the good old days are close to happening but I guess that my last hope would perpetually dwell in me.