Today, I met up with old friends from high school. Two of them are here on vacation. Here means Butuan, where I have been stationed since my father's death.
It's always nice to be with these girls. We spend hours reminiscing about days past. We talk about classmates whom we haven't seen since graduation. We sometimes talk about our former teachers, some dead, some still living. And we never fail to discuss former crushes. And we wonder why we fell for them in the first place.
We also keep up with the goings on of each other's lives - places we've visited, our recent achievements, our new discoveries.
Then, there's the usual "chika" - who hooked up with whom, who separated from whom, who was knocked up by whom, etc. etc. etc... until it's time to part again.
As we go our separate ways, we have new memories to recall... and we shall talk about them all over again at our next girls' coffee night.