Memoirs of an Amnesiac

There is something more profound and lofty in the thought of having friends around. I don't just mean the mere set of friends you brag about because they are inside your Facebook friends' list or they are your followers on Twitter. I meant those kinds that would sit patiently for you whenever you need to be heard about, even when you only have ice cream to eat.

As I was on my way home a realization carefully sank in. I am actually the luckiest person in the world for having such great set of friends. I mean they are not the perfect kind but they do know when I am at my worst and would gladly need a lift. With them, there is never a dull moment. We can talk about so many things yet never get bored. From the most mundane things to the most noble ones, we never seem to run out of things to dissect and discuss.

I was very much poor with choosing friends. I tend to trust immediately. There were times that I allowed myself to be used just for the sake of friendship. It was so hard to trust again, much more, open up myself. I'm so glad my friends now chose me and not the other way around. Or I would have missed out on the greatest moments there are in life had I not met them.

I know, like life, our friendship would have its ups and downs. I'm just comforted by the thought that they will be my companions throughout the whole journey.

To Psyche_08 and Annerhexian and the countless others who have touched my life in a deep way (you know who you are), thank you for the greatest gift there is in life that you offered. Thank you for choosing me. I am so glad you did.