Feb 12, 2010

I never really got to talk about my friend’s wedding that happened last year. I guess it took a while for that to sink in just as how I’m still trying to internalize another good friend of mine’s wedding. But then, do we really have all that time?

Sobie and JB go a long way back. And I’m not talking about years here. But YEARS. We were in our fourth year in high school when JB and Sobie brought on the holding hands gig and made everyone talk. I didn’t. I was too liberated for that. I gave them both a pat on the back and now that they are married, I couldn’t help but cry.

Yes, I cried at Sobie’s wedding and I’ll cry at every damn wedding that involves any of my bestest friends. What does Sobie know about getting married? She’s 27 and giggly and hides any of my stuff whenever she gets the chance. She thinks it is funny if one pair of your sandals is gone and you’d scramble around looking for it. Till now she still hides my stuff and she will forever be our darling Sobie.

To Sobie and JB, December 26, 2009 Transfiguration Church,

(photo by Jet Agcopra)

Funny how we have all grown up together for eight years with you both witnessing how we your friends subscribe to happiness in failed relationships yet lest bemoan the breakups we have had to endure. But you both have always been there – together – never faltering – never breaking up – and somehow, we all knew that you both will end up here, in this church, and letting everyone realize that there is hope for the rest of us – that somehow, we all know that we would find someone to never falter with.

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