I'm Still Holding On

In kindergarten my idea of a good friend was the person who let me have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In primary school my idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with me; held my hand as I walked through the scary halls; helped ME stand up to the class bully; shared their lunch with me when I forgot mine, in the class; saved a seat for me; knew who I had a crush on and never understood why.

In form 1 at secondary school, my idea of a good friend was the person who let me copy their social studies homework; went to that "cool" party with me so I wouldn't wind up being the only freshie there; did not let me lunch alone.

In form 2, my idea of a good friend was the person who gave me play new games with their computer; convinced my parents that I shouldn't be grounded; consoled me when I broke up with Anne; found me a date to a party or went to a party with me (both without dates); helped me pick a shoe and assured me that I would satisfied with the shoe that I buy at the mall, and helped me deal with my parents who were having a hard time to make them understand on certain things..

On the threshold of form 3, everything changed because of ‘a girl’, my idea of a good friend was ‘she’ who was there when I was facing my challenges, telling me, I could make it through anything; just silently hugged my soul by her words as I looked through her blurry eyes at a few month of memories.

Since then until now, my idea of a good friend is still the person who gives me the better of the two choices, hold my hand when I am scared, helps me fight off those who try to take advantage of me, thinks of me at times when I am not there at school, reminds me of what I have forgotten, helps me put the past behind me but understands when I need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with me so that I have confidence, goes out of her way to make time for me, helps me clear up my mistakes, helps me deal with pressure from others, smiles to when I am sad, helps me become a better person, and most importantly loves me as a friend!

Pass this hurl on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and those I have met along the way.

Thank you for being a friend.

No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped me get there.

There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling her how much I miss them or how much I love her.



All Mighty Thanks to you Manda my dearest the best of best friends.