Feeling of Friendship

LOVE, as my former Filipino teacher defined it, is only a feeling generated by our hypothalamus (or whatever doctors call it). Simply stated, it, sadly, passes away and is as permanent as a bubble flying, bursting, and vanishing into nowhere. Of course, it's not exactly as short-lived as that, but, well, let's face it, it's not the most unchangeable intangible object in this world, as demonstrated by millions of married couples who end up divorced or in annulment.

AT the moment, when the vivid colors of life start to get fuzzy and walks to memory lane begin to be more than enough, and with graduation fast approaching, I wonder: Is friendship a lot like love?

YOU see, I've never really had a huge group of friends, as common in high school where peer groups seem like gangs already because of the large number of members in each. For me, I am content with as few as three or four, as long as the friendship is, by far, genuine and intimate. I don't see the use for a merry group of 10 or more, if one's just taking for granted the relationships developed there.

WITH such few a number, I thought of myself as someone whose loyalty exceed the average, before, and I could care and support my friends to any extent. But I've completely forgotten that I am an idealist, ignoring much of reality and living in perfect idealism. This concept of loyalty that I have kept and honored for so long has come in conflict with my guts and courage. Could I really go that far? The unfortunate answer is: no. There are still some things more valuable to me than friendship, I guess. Circumstances have placed me in choosing between my work and my friends, and, as I regret, I have chosen my work over them; I turn down favors for them to focus on my work. Now I ask myself again, am I that loyal as I deem myself to be?

THE answer may be "no", but there was once an exception, and that was what all this entry was about.

I can't really afford the time to tell the whole story since I'm about to leave for a group meeting [but I'll surely tell it some other time], but, in overview, I had a friend whom I cared for the most, really. Trust me, I have never before, in my entire life, cared for a person other than those in my family. I've never helped anyone color his drawing, nor give him load to text his beloved, nor decorate his notebook, nor...the list could go on and on. We've gone a long way, I guess. We've shared each other's joys and loneliness, and he has become of prime importance to me. At some point, we've even considered each one as the "best", but it went down the drain when...

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