I have a very good friend in JC. I think we still are.
We used to go home together and do what very good friends do, meals in Macdonalds, KFC after school, he did help me train up for NAPFA everyday and he rallied classmates to be there when I participated in my JC's talentime with a Cantonese song that he did not understand. I think his mother used to recognise my voice. Somehow, along the very short 2 years in JC, I sort of started a cold war. I think it was my own immaturity that has caused that. We did have a reconciliation but somehow, I think things were never the same anymore. We still do talk, we still do chat on MSN, but there is a distance. We just drifted apart.
We did manage to get into the same course but we never became classmates. It was again my very own clumsiness (sprains and fractures) that made me his grand junior instead. I am actually quite scared that when I do see him in the wards one day, the only thing he could say would be,
"Go to Bed 23, 36, 57, good case"
Somehow, when I do look back and occasionally at photos, I do feel sad. Sad that we have drifted apart, sad that we did not become classmates, sad that it was mostly my own doings.
Though I wish we could still be very good friends, I think the intangible barrier is just there. Unbreakable. I guess I only got myself to blame. Sigh!
