This was written after my super friends and I went to Sharm El Sheikh in Egypt. Our contracts there were about to end, thus came this journal.
Dear journal,
Time does not last longer than friendship --- for it is with friendship that we count one lifetime and not with every seconds that passesby...
We were armed with the thought that it was the move that each of us needed for us to start the trek that we have not dared to take until then. We came here to conquer Egypt, but little did we know that this land can make us its conquests...
And so we arrived...
May was Sheila's month. Next came Rica in June. Two months later was Archie's turn. Then, in September, I arrived. People say that two is better than one. I say, four is the number to beat. It may not be the highest number there is, but it beats one, two, and three all the time!
It was summer when we came. The heat was intolerable and the sand was added in the list of our foes. We struggled with work. The adjustment was tough and all the strategies seemed to fail...
The only silver lining that we had that time was that we were always there for each other. Our shoulders were there for each other and we gave half of our strength to the one who needed it the most. I guess those and the laughers that we created made everything less lonely and less scary...
And now that the curtain is on cue to close, we shared, yet again, moments that will surely add years to the lasting friendship that we have built.
Distance may soon separate us, but nothing, not even millions of miles, can mar what we have made. The highest mountain and the saltiest sea are the witnesses of this moment --- our Last Hurrah!
As we go one by one, we take our bow and look forward with a smile. I will be the last to leave and I am probably having anticipatory grieving by now...
I say, it is inevitable...
I say, it is fine...
And I say, soon, without me knowing it, the one will again become four... ♥✩♥
Remember, lightning could strike even in Egypt... :)
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