I saw one of my friends from ballet yesterday at party here in the village. She's 2 batches below me, so we only danced together for a year. We weren't really close or anything but she lived here too so I'd ride home with her sometimes. When she saw me yesterday she said, "Hi Yapi! You live here?" And I was, like, wow girl you brought me home like ten times in third year. Am I that forgettable?
Same thing with some of my friends' Multiply albums of pictures of the Miriam Ballet friends getting together. They miss the others who don't show up, except me. No more missing me cos I'm too far away. As in, distant memory kind of far away. It's a choice I made, I know, but it's still sad.
I miss being missed.
(For Miguel: That's why you made me happy by saying you missed my company after Lipa! Well, you didn't say it. But you implied it. HAHAHA YABANG AMP. But sweetie I know you miss me which is why we will have lunch next week! I have stuff to tell you! I will keep you company while Bea is in the States! I will bore you to death with my talking! Visit me in UP! I love you, Migger, and you know it. Ang haba nung patalastas ko.)
For those wondering how I'm doing with everything (i.e. Ocho and whoever else), here's a little emotional update:
I'm afraid and I don't even know what I'm afraid of anymore. My list so far is: letting go, being alone, change, not being able to keep up, being different from everyone else...before, making you feel bad, making myself seem like an awful person, failing ES21 (singit lang), not meeting your standards, putting IEC before you again, what might happen if I let my guard down, you seeing my vulnerable side, trusting people and being forgotten.
(Different yous, btw. Just to make everything clear.)
Little girl's a mess right now. She needs kid things to make her happy.
I think I'll look for the cotton candy man in UP tomorrow.