A doubted friendship

 Last night, I came to face my biggest fear -- meeting my highschool classmates. Well not all of them, at least, because I still have 6 classmates who I consider "true" friends when we graduated. The rest, were just plain old classmates who, 6 years ago, I was ready to forget.


Why? Let's just say up to now I didn't believe the saying that "highschool was the best part of one's life so you have to cherish it". I didn't have that much of a good time back then. I was being bullied. Plus, we left high school without closure. So that time I was, "ok, no problem with me. I'm moving on with college and I guess I wouldn't need these people anymore"


I finished college in 4 years without seeing them. I was not able to go to meet-ups, gatherings, birthday parties because I was studying in Los Banos, which is really far away from here. Plus I was busy having the time of my life there -- academics, dance, theater productions, internship, etc. At least for my 6 close friends, I managed to see them once or twice but that was it. For the rest of the batch, never. 


I would sometimes thank my busy schedule for not seeing them cause I thought going to that party was not a good idea. I was not ready to face them. Not until I have something to prove to them. 


Then I worked for 2 years for an advertising agency which is practically 10 times busier than my college life. All the more I wasn't there when they would meet up. 


Until last week when one of my close friends arranged a get-together party for one of our classmates coming home for a visit from the States. On the Facebook event invite,I clicked "Going"


SInce then until yesterday afternoon, I was thinking hard if I should go. It would be very hard to mingle with them, I know.  But I took the risk and hey I was there. The night started really awkward but to my surprise, I was having a good time so far. 




All of them would ask how I was, why did I come only now, what was I doing the past 6 years that I was not able to see them. Of course I answered them with "I was always busy", "I was studying far away from Manila so it was really hard to join those gatherings", "I worked for 2 years with practically no social life". All of them were true of course. 


We were drinking, dancing on our seats, catching up, until we decided to go home and one of the boys, Carl, said a really shocking statement. He said sorry. "Sorry for what happened back in high school. We graduated without closure so tonight was the only time I said sorry". 


I was touched. I really appreciated that. Although I was laughing that time, I told him I really appreciate that because it was true, there was no closure. We just left without saying goodbye, at the least. 


The party ended really well for me. I guess, next time, I wouldn't have to think twice if they would arrange a party again.


Soon, what happened 6 years ago would be forgotten. All of us would remain friends and every get together would be cherished.


Looking forward to the next party!