Have you ever have the feeling of missing someone so badly it’s like a toothache that won’t go away?
I’m trying my best to look interested in what I am doing today when a thought hit me square in the face – I miss Ahron – my bestfriend in elementary.
We met back in the first day of classes in 1990. We were grade 1 at that time. During the course of another boring lesson in that cold, rainy Monday sometime in June 1990, I heard a little girl crying. It’s not just plain sobbing but a mind-wracking kind of cry that you won’t believe a little girl is capable of doing. It’s amazing.
I asked her what’s wrong and she told me that she was pinched by one of our classmates. I told her to just ignore it and then after that we became the best of friends you can ever imagine.
Everywhere I went, she’s there, yes even in the comfort room. We have a weird tendency to pee together in the same cubicle, waiting for each other’s turn, inside a cubicle. Together. At least we don’t sit in the toilet bowl together. Hey, we were young and carefree and we find it cute at that time.
We are really tight, the two of us. Tighter than your skinny jeans when you let a fat guy borrow it. We’re really close, Ahron and I.
We went our separate ways when we’re in grade 5. I went to Cavite to study there and she stayed and graduated in that same school until highschool.
Every now and then, we get to chat or text and the closeness is still apparent.
I’m just sorry I have to change school and leave Manila at that time.
I met a lot of people that became my friend. Some of them, more than bestfriends. But I guess, I can’t deny the fact that I miss her everytime I think of rainy days in June.
Because even if I hate rainy days and Mondays, the fact that that’s the time we met is enough for me to say thank you for the wetness the June month brings. J
