recounting how noteworthy friend you are

I never had a brother and so when I get the chance to be close to true gentlemen, I make very good friends with them. That’s how my friendship with Fluke started. We were classmates since third year high school. I was a journalist then and he was our school paper’s editorial cartoonist. He grew up supporting his studies, which during that time, he achieved through the numberless drawing contests he won. His skill was admirable. Give him a word and he would draw what’s in your mind. Sing him a song and he’d paint your thoughts. Oh by the way, he knew how to play the guitar. He loved music so much too. Teachers from different departments sought for his wonderful masterpieces every now and then. Left and right was the need for his excellent talent. He was a gifted artist.

My passion since then was to write. As both members of the school press, we worked closely together in making articles worth reading. He once wrote me a poem at the back of my notebook, a thank you message for lending him my notes. He was generous to take me out for lunch or dinner whenever his winnings were in. His kindness even led me to thinking that he liked me. It was an honest mistake which I took seriously against his real intentions. I had so many vivid recollection of his blooming love story with another friend from secondary year all the way to college, and even until their relationship fell apart.Our lives were reconnected by our then-broken individual relationships. He absorbed all the hating words I’ve thrown about my jerk ex-boyfriend and he too shared how painful it was to end their story. We were each other’s sponge, trying to absorb everything in just to make the other feel better again. He cared for me and I knew it so well especially when he met the girl he was about to marry. He was always asking me how far I have gone in recovering from another heartache. He was even recommending someone for me to date. I know all he wanted was to make and see me happy as he was that time. Even when apart, he cared so much for me.


It took a while before it permeated my system when told that he already died. I was acting like someone who just lost one arm in an instant. Among our friends, I was the first to know about his passing away and at no choice I needed to take the courage in spreading the news to everyone. This thing was one of the hardest chores I had to do. Everyone cried. Our throbbing for losing such a talented icon and a man full of dreams just doesn’t end yet.

Goodbye Fluke. I cried a million times already in recounting how noteworthy friend you are. Thank you for leaving me a lovely remembrance of your wonderful talent. Very well done, Jigz.

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