The 17th of March flew by without much occasion, besides the subtle aching for a friend gone too early, and the compassion felt for another’s pain for the said gone friend. Every month’s 17th would have her in a semi-daze, no matter how cheerful she looks, you know she’s thinking of them.
And when she doesn’t, she feels guilty.
It doesn’t help that her current beau does not understand and pettily wants to be “above” him. The way to being number one in the girl’s heart is not deleting his number or restricting her friendship circle – that’s not love, that’s control – but to care and love for her so much. In her heart, he’s already uno numbero, that’s the kind of dedication she shows for her loved ones.
But if I could, then I would stop the pain inside her, stop her hurt and stop her other friends from being hurt by her boyfriend. I’ve been there, I’ve had her ex say hurtful things to me (who says men can’t be vicious), so I understand how Lyn feels.
I always feel responsible for what happened between Tribal Loner and her… pushing her into a state of confusion. I was blind and stupid and simply way too foolish, and the harm was done.
But she really loves him, despite him never really reciprocating.
Has it really been one year? Has it been a year that we have not gone drinking together, TL? Memories are sweet, ain’t they? Splashing around the pool, the sudden confiding in me your worries, laughing at me and calling me “Da Sao” that one time? Our little distant friendship did bring much laughter and fun.
Has it really been one year? One year of GAD, being lost in the confusion of my brain and fears, one year flying past and totally wasted. That is one year of my life I remember little and yet too much about.
That is one year of her life she will not forget.