Dear unashamedtruth.blogspot.com,

I'm gonna clean up my closet today. Oh no, the t-shirts stay. I'm ridding of friends who hang me up in the 'use only in emergency' section of their wardrobe.

Nah, i just don't have space in my closet for them. I'll just spend time with those who care enough to reply to my messages, who care enough to ask a simple 'why?' , who encourages me and who show that they do give a hoot about our friendship.

and this will be the last time i blog about this.

-Nat-

And my eyes crinkled at the sides as they gazed into the once familiar hang out place. The seats that we crossed our legs on are the stubborn stains in my mind 'cause as I blinked once more, that cosy corner of ours have been closed off. It happened the year after graduation. The place where we would survive on a large coke each day, and then treating ourselves to the occasional hershey sundae pie. Destressing by whipping out our all precious discmans and coming up with wisecracks with our peers. We would take an occasional glance at the textbook, then decide that the pool parlour is an obvious option over our O levels.

We laughed like there's no tomorrow man.

I waved off that whiff of nostalgia as I spent the same night at that frequented place for 4 years with the same friends i've hanged out with throughout my stay there. We clinked our cups together and put on the most dazzling smile. It was our first prom night. We were unsure of what was going to happen, but certain that bonds stayed with us wherever we went.

Friends forever, we said.

As though a whirlwind came and grabbed us unnoticed, we're about to graduate again. This time the once free spirited laughter is faint; there is no fanfare. Perhaps we dread to come into terms with saying goodbye and being thrust into uncharted territory. This time, it's pitch dark. I've to feel my way through. There are no directional signs. Why? I asked. 'My dear, you're old enough to think about what you want for yourself.' There is nothing whimsical about this. And suddenly,it presents itself as what it is. Forget the cotton candy clouds and the rocking horses. Everything is presented as what they are. They can't be more bland.

Then that all familiar feeling comes back to me and a breath of reminiscence gently brezees by. And my eyes crinkled at the sides at the memories, distant yet obstinate.

Friends forever, we said.

What was once said in innocence is now swallowed carefully with tangibility.

Friends forever, I hope. and crosses my fingers.