friends-for-now

what does friendship truly mean?

are friends just people you hang out with?
the ones you go to lunch with just before class?
or buddies you call when you've nothing to do?

or does friendship mean something much more?

i guess friendship has its own form of hierarchy; from the acquaintances, the hi-byes, the distant friends, the friends, the good friends, the close friends, the best friends, to the true friends.
but then there are also those long-lost friends, the ones you used to be really close with.
how are they lost?

when we make friends, the main objective is to widen our social circle, and to simply get to know a new person's name, to be acquainted with somebody you've never met before.
however, some of these acquaintances eventually make their way into the friends category, or perhaps even the good friends category, and once people go into that area it becomes a shame to lose them.
and so we (at least, i) make it a point to make sure they stay in my life.

sigh but why does it have to be an accepted fact that once we move into a new stage of our life, it becomes inevitable that we lose our friends from the previous stage?
like after university, when we go into the working force, how many of our friends will still be keeping in touch with us?
and in return, will we be keeping in touch with them?
apparently the answer seems to be no.

yesterday night, i made a toast to three friends from my current stage of life.
and i said, "here's in case 5 years later we're no longer keeping in touch."
but truth is, it would be a shame if we were merely friends-for-now.

it would always be a shame.

to lose people you knew well.
the ones you had fun with.
those you spent your time and life with.
and created memories with.

the ones whom you knew inside out.
and the ones who knew you inside out.
sigh, that's the worst.




In this world of news, I've found nothing new
I've found nothing pure
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form
That love could be a verb
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed

As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist
Spinning circles in our skies tonight
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud