GUYS. It’s been a long, long while since I last wrote you. Remember those password-protected PDF file days? That was eons ago.
How are we all doing? Timehop says our last batch outing was almost one year ago. Something tells me we won’t have another one anytime soon. Some of you guys are already married. Some are expecting babies. We’re all busy with different things in life. And I guess that’s good. We’re moving into the next levels in our workplace, in our ministry, in our relationships, in – well, everything.
I do miss you all. I do miss those days when we can go to Enchanted Kingdom at the drop of the hat. I miss days when a coffee date was just a knock on the door away, when life was as simple as sitting on the steps of the Freedom Park, stressing about acads. Now we’re stressing about a whole mishmash of other stuff.
I know we’ll remain to be covenant friends, though, no matter what. I’ll die first before you go hungry, right? I love you all in the Lord.
Until we see each other again.
Mushy as always,
Hey Soul Sistah!
You’re the reason why I started this “Letters for 2015” project in the first place. I was going through my mail and I found our exchange of letters. Can you say, nostalgic?
I miss those days when I had all the time in the world to write, write, write, and be caught up in wonder. Remember the lake in UKM? What did we name that again?
I’m trying to think if anything whimsical happened to me this past week. Well, my car broke down. That’s hardly full of magic. Hmm. I got inked! But you already know that – you were one of the first people who did. Well, I’m reading “The King’s Damsel”. I’m lost in the Tudor court right now. It’s a stuffy, old-fashioned place. But I feel things will get more exciting after a few chapters more.
We don’t write to each other anymore but I know the connection is still there. Isn’t it amazing? How we have this bond forged by words shared through the miracle (is it?) that is the Internet. I’m thankful I have found a kindred spirit in you.
I look forward to having Froyo again with you. Or pesto and then some hot choco. This time I’ll be careful not to tip the table over and spill things accidentally.
I miss you, Soul Sistah! I hope to catch up soon.