We have our own lives now...
Married, we are.
Missus.. Mrs.. that's what we are. And we have taken a new surname..new family name..
Mrs. Cruz, Mrs. Arcilla, Mrs. Lim, the one who refused to be a Missus, and the one longing to be one...
All following in the footsteps of a friend who became a bride earlier than all of us... Mrs. Crescini...
Sometimes, I would look back to the school girls that we once were.. ponytails, crushes, giggles and all and wonder at how much have changed...
But mostly I am grateful for the fact that I am still your friend and that I am still forever witnessing the changes in your lives.
We have our own lives now... I am waiting for Paige to come out, hopefully without coiling and I am trying desperately to learn the intricate details of running a business.
You are trying to live a happy life with your husband so far from home and each night praying that perhaps tomorrow your Dad would learn to forgive you and accept him...
You are trying to pass an exam so that you could reveal the truth of your marriage to the one person you love more than another...
You are trying to be a grown-up and live free, with your husband away from your mother -- who you love so much but who you wish could just let you be...
You are trying to live a happy life with your husband, who in your heart you have yet to learn to forgive and to whom you should ask for forgiveness...
You are trying to live a happy life with your daughter who you love most in the world, but refusing to compromise still with marriage...justifying everything with reasons...
You, who is trying to find a way to be together with the person you love most in the world, praying that your family would allow you finally...
We all have our own lives now...
But guess what...
I still treasure in my heart the way we beat the ass of those 5th grader boys in "Aragawan Base" and call ourselves "Strikers."
Thank you.
