Getting sick has given me a lot of time in solitude these past days. I've spent it pondering about so many things, including that unexpected jolt in what was otherwise a happy kind of friendship. It took me months to know exactly what was going on. It even took me months to speak about it to someone. It is only now that I've actually given it time to really (as in really) think about the events that transpired.
Some things happen to test our own beliefs on loyalty and friendship. And the universe sometimes designs occasions to let us see clearly who our true friends are.
And I see clearly now.
I've also understood the world a little bit more. I've understood that in the end, it all boils down to how much you are loved. And that true friends -- yes, the real ones -- will stand up for you, especially when you have clearly been betrayed.
I've also realized that when trust is broken, there is no gluing it back. And friendships could not survive with a cracked, broken trust.
But what's wonderful about life is that it gives us enough chances to flip a new page and begin again; enough chances to choose the right people to invite into our life.
Everything is quite clear to me now.
So, I am starting on a clean slate while staying grateful for my loyal, amazing, loving friends. Real-life friends. Friends who stood up for me, friends who were there when it truly, truly mattered.
Their friendship spans more than four decades and across continents. But they've remained constant in their trust and loyalty and love.
Two weeks ago, I was in Cebu to cover Tita Patricia's 57th birthday celebration -- her first ever celebration and she chose to celebrate it with us.
We consider her part of our family. After all, she and my Aunt have been friends since they were in high school.
I am glad that loyalty runs in my blood. :D