Milomi's world

‘We’ve all come far from where we started. It’s been a long ride and we have more of it to go, for a journey can never end. Through it all, we’ve changed our favourite colour, developed opinions, gotten better at a few things and have clung on to a few things.’

Ben sighed and stopped typing. It was too much to take in at once. He stared at the letter he’d broken his head upon, and read it once again.

It was a letter from a close college friend, Michael, who insisted they meet up for a reunion. They had spent endless hours together, going on road trips, dancing to songs during parties, and life had brought them here.

He’d lost touch with Michael since the latter had moved to another state, but it seemed like a good time to meet according to him. His letter said:

“Let’s meet up and it’ll be like the old days with the guys! We can spend a weekend together, reminiscing old memories and making new ones.”

Ben was busy typing up something in an online journal he liked to keep, trying to collect his thoughts. He resumed.

‘The things we cling on to help us get where we are. Whether it’s a comfort song, or a diary, or a bracelet, we all have that something we can always rely on. And even if we’re not at home, that thing reminds us that home is not far, for we hold it in our very hands.

‘When we look back at these things that we don’t realise we still hold, it makes us feel human. Makes us feel like we are whole, once again. It seems unreal that we have come so far and done so much. It’s almost like we are in a dream, looking at out selves and wondering how our journey made us who we are.

‘Because every moment we share, every weird laugh, every twinkle in our eyes, sums up to this. Every choice we unconsciously make, every thing we have done and read, brings us to where we are. It’s beautiful to think about.’

Ben looked at the letter once again, with tears in his eyes. This was what he had clung on to. His friendship with people who never let him go, the joy they shared that fueled his fire, that had kept him going.

He called Michael and told him he would be there for their meet-up, and wouldn’t miss it for the world. Michael must’ve wondered why Ben’s voice was shaking, or why he thanked him two times, but he could hear his smile through the phone.

Written by
Milomi.

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