I'm not sure what it is about this time of the year that brings back acquaintances and old friends.
Amongst the old faces I've been seeing around lately, a particular face stands out. She is an incredible person and someone I used to look up to in the past.
At one point, I even thought, no, believed, we would always be linked to each other. Somehow a twist in my path led me to a totally different direction, one that changed all our lives forever.
Of course at the time, I was young enough to think that only my life had changed.
I didn't realise until she called me a couple of weeks ago that her life had been changed by those events too. It was the distinctive fondness that I could hear in her voice that really told the story.
I was humbled by the realisation. I never thought for one moment that I'd hear her voice ever again. Nor that she could still be so fond of someone who had drifted away all these years, in silence.
I nearly cried when I heard her identify herself on the phone. Not because I was happy or sad, but because I was so moved that she actually remembered me.. and actually thought of me fondly enough to come to me in her time of need.
When she called, I was feeling quite unwell as I have been on medication since February and some of the side effects make me really feel sick. But of course, I couldn't let her know that.
My heart was crumbling for an unseen future that I had left behind. It's an inexplicable feeling, like I saw a glimpse of what I had left behind and was given this chance to channel a feeble ray of light in that direction from my inner consciousness, with hope that it could somehow do something for her.
I didn't want her to hang up though my head was reeling.
I just wanted to give her all the information I could in order to help her. So I didn't answer all her personal questions. How was I? Was I married? Was I busy with work? Where was I working? I was not going to tell her I was unwell. I wasn't going to give her reason to worry.
She shouldn't worry. She has a busload of her own worries. And I have God to help me with mine. So I knew I couldn't answer.
After she hung up, I told Rz about the call. I was a stuttering idiot, trying to make sense of it myself.
I have no idea what the man thinks of the incident.. perhaps he's just glad it wasn't something worse. Or that it wasn't someone else XD He's got a crazy, hormonally imbalanced wife who for the past month or so, has been consistently on drugs XD
Poor Rz XD
- 22 March 2012 11:21pm -
