Friday, September 10, 2010

dear frankie ...

I recently wondered why I never wrote you a letter the way I do with friends from afar. I bite my lip thinking about how I will never get the chance to write a letter in which you can read. I like writing, you know? I like sharing my thoughts and ideas, and to have you read them ... it would've been wonderful ...

When I found out, I was sitting in the middle of a meeting, holding back my shock and tears, trying to absorb and compose myself so no one would know my heart was breaking. Drug overdose? Not possible, you didn't do that kind of stuff. Suicide? You loved and breathe in your life to such great measures that you wouldn't do such a thing. Car accident ... drunk driving? That was probably it, but I know you couldn't have been the drunk driver.

And I was right. I rushed home, memories flowing through my head, all those times at downtown Disney, at the Block ... shit. What happened? I got home, got the phone call, and cried. I began to think of all those times I had been in So Cal, and all those times I never bothered to hit you up to see how you were doing. To go have dinner with you and your girlfriend. I don't know. Anything.

I remember when you threw gold fishes at me while we walked to get Boba Joe's, and then I ended up running into them. You weirdo. It makes me smile thinking about that. You were one of Betty's closest friends, and for that significant amount of time, you became one of mine.

Then there was the time we went to Downtown Disney together; we walked through the stores, playing with all the stuffed plushies. I still have the pictures Betty took. I can't stop looking at them now ...

I also remember the time when we met up after so long and you bought me a rose that your girlfriend wanted to give me and a bag of gold fishes. And later we all watched Batman Begins together. You and I threw popcorn at the rest of them. How can I ever forgot that, you know?

And I almost burst into tears when I was looking at the old pictures that I posted on Facebook the other day. You commented it saying "I want that shark =P" That was the last thing you ever "said" to me, and stupid Facebook never sent me a notification for that. It's okay ... I'll be visiting you in November when I go down there, and I'll get you a shark.(:

Damn Frankie, you are one of the most kind-hearted people I've ever met in my life. Since the first time, you never failed to radiate the world with your smile, energy, and beauty. I never noticed it then, because I never really understood it. All I knew was that you were fun and easy to be around. I felt a sense of comfort and ease whenever I hung out with you. Even if it had been months since I saw you, you were still the exact same Frankie. Just because I hadn't seen you for so and so, didn't mean you were going to be a stranger. Ever. I look back now, and I see everything that you are and how much you've touched my heart. I hope to meet more people like you in my life, who is just as kind-hearted and full of positivity and light, but of course, know that you can never ever be replaced. Smile down on me on the bad days, and I promise you I will try to do the same. I love you, buddy.











"Death ends a life, not a relationship." -Tuesdays With Morrie


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