Today is my dear friend’s birthday. Two years ago, I already blogged about her in my Multiply account when she was hospitalized for her ovarian cyst. I doubt if she will be able to read this blog, but I just want to make an entry as homage for her.

Our friendship was hatched when we were in high school. It was a funny start, believe me. But really, our friendship lasts up to this day because it is fun-filled most days. Don’t take me wrong though, we are there for each other in times of crisis or problems, it’s just that we like to laugh a lot together. If I’m not mistaken, it has been 15 years of friendship.

She was with me through it all. She helped me through the Bar exams and prayed with me through the results. She was with me in every novena I made, which took us as far as Manaoag, Pangasinan. When it was her turn to take the exam, I’d like to think I was there for her just the same.

We used to be together everyday. We used to see each other more often than I’d see my Mom. And we hardly kept secrets from each other.

Since I got married, we started seeing each other less although we would still talk everyday. However, the distance between us grew more when hubby and I moved to our current place. Chubby, as I still call her (her new friends call her Jaby) started working so we had lesser time to see or just talk.

Yesterday, she opened up to me again. And it felt nice. Not because I felt needed by her but because I felt that she trusted me still. And to me, that is very important.

I miss our everyday talk. I miss being with her and just laughing like there’s no tomorrow. I miss haggling in Divisoria with her. I miss the times we used to spend together. We used to just talk for hours, watch movies and eat non-stop, and we never get tired of just talking. We never ran out of stories to tell each other. Days never seemed to end.

We were happy just by simply eating squid balls and sharing over a cup of gulaman. We drooled together over signature clothes and hoped that one day we can shop to the max together. We were together when days were simple. And now that things are more complicated, I’d like to think we are still each other’s best friend.

I don’t recall a day that we fought. Maybe if she didn’t like anything I said or did, she just kept distance. Same with me. When I find something she did weird, I’d just let her be. We were always like that. And I badly miss everything about the two of us.

I know the friendship is still there. I guarantee that it is one of the things in this world that will never perish. I just hope that I can spend more time again with her. Life seems to be easier with her around. I hope Ira can grow seeing her more often.

And today, I still have the most fervent wishes for her. I wish she can be happier than she already is. I wish that no pain will derail her days. I wish she can just laugh nonchalantly, not minding tomorrow. I wish that she will find the path she has been looking for, and I wish I will be there with her  when she finds it.

To Chubby, Happy Birthday my friend. Days are not the same without you around. You are one of the greatest gifts God has given me. I hope you know that I am always, always here for you.

Love you much Chubs, and my heart breaks for missing you. Mwah!

Chubby in her last visit to my office. 🙂