Besides Blueberry Jackfruits
Unlike the hours slowly whittling away, we found the topics never grew scarce. It’s how real friendship works, they say; that, not unlike love – real love, that is – despite the distance, you can be sure it’s always there. When you’ve finally found that moment, you brush all the skepticism aside, because at that point at least, you feel you have something that’s going to last.
It’s amazing, isn’t it? Seeing the ubiquitous thick glasses you’ve never seen for three years; else, the crisp, white jacket and toque you thought you’d never see again. There’s something decidedly surreal about that. Years, you find yourselves talking about everything, from something as trivial as losing weight, to something as complicated as politics, to something as ridiculous as operatives materializing out of thin air. Somewhat more importantly, even, you still feel connected and strangely familiar, even though in actuality, it’s really been so long. As they say, it’s as though nothing’s ever changed.
There’s always doubt, of course; but suddenly, you think that maybe, there is something about blind faith, the one that tells you its going to work, even though deep down you never believed it would. It’s a risky proposition, of course – hoping for something and (sometimes) getting nothing in return – but at least, you realize that the possibility exists; that it’s not the differences between you that would undermine what you’ve shared together, but that it’s always about your own doubts or, as Niko would put it, your own paranoia.
At least for now, the thought is enough to keep me going – the thought that someday, we’re going to see each other again.
posted by Dexter @ 1:55 PM
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