My Crying Shoulder

Bing, I'm sorry for waking you up in the middle of your sleep. I was aware it was midnight in the Philippines when I called. But we've been best friends forever and I knew you wouldn't mind. Thanks for being my crying shoulder. Thanks for letting me pour out my heart until your cellphone's battery beeped and I knew it was time for me to go. Thanks for being there for me though you were thousands of miles away. Thanks for being that same old friend I always knew.

I remember how we used to play "pretend." Pretend we were this and that. Those were happy times. From Nancy Drews to Perry Masons. Don't you wish we could play the same games we used to play? Pretend that everything is okay. Pretend that we were someone else and see life in a different way. But we've grown. We no longer watch the same movies we used to watch. We've grown from girls who dreamed of their knight in shining armor to women who cried because he rode away into the horizon.

We've certainly grown - from being little 4-year old kids playing among banana trunks to women who cry because life had been unfair. We've changed, we've grown yet we remain the same two hearts, two little hearts who knew from the start that we'll be there for each other no matter what. You are one of life's biggest and most wonderful blessings.