Nicotine & Caffaine

One long drag. One sip.

Friday. The last day of a very long stressful, tiring week, and everybody was eager to leave the workplace as fast as the feet could permit. It’s another toast with the BIG bad city that never sleeps. Bright lights, bright lives.

Pitter. Patter. The rain began its rhyme. But nobody seemed to notice. Nobody seemed to care. I almost didn’t. Until I no longer did.

I spent the night at a coffee shop with a dear friend; most of the time lounging around in meek silence – just people-watching, contemplating, mumbling, smiling thoughtfully while enjoying each other’s quiet company. The times we chose to mumble things were (as it has been lately) quite numbered and less frequent. It was (as always) usually when we saw something appalling or ‘mockingly’ funny.

…another long drag. another sip…

We never seemed to take notice of the time until after awhile when the first ray of the sun peeked through the silhouettes of the buildings around us, this time when we were already lounging around the deck. We have long gone home and have given up on partying the night away. We preferred to have the very long and insightful talk (we both have missed since graduating from college and leaving the ladies’ dormitory) that we’ve always had and enjoyed whenever we get to spend time together lounging around and hangin’-out.

…too many drags, none to sip…

There were talks about death, and talks about pain. There was a great appreciation of life and a number of critiques on how crazy and ironic it could get. We reminisced about the good old-school memories we shared and the mishaps we’ve gone through -- the wins and the losses that mattered, and still matters up to this day. We laughed about the hopes and dreams, no matter how insane and foolish they were -- and still are, but wished hard for each to come true. We never avoided laying out the fears we have as of the moment. And somehow, just saying all of it out loud to somebody you trust your life with makes everything okay.

…none to drag, it’s time to sleep…

Isn’t it wonderful to have somebody enjoy the serenity of silence with? To have somebody understand what little wisdom you’ve gathered and have soon claimed to be your own (no matter how young you still are)? There’s a difference between the love dedicated to a lover and a love devoted to a companion and a treasured comrade. It’s a great bond most of us have chosen to call ‘friendship.’ I choose to call it a pact -- between sisters by heart.

Have I ever thanked you? Here’s to good coffee and a good light. Here’s to you and our good life. Here’s to you, here’s to you.

…silence.