A Joy in my Life

Dear Best friend Joy,

You said you want to be like me. But, in fact, I want to be like you -- bitchy, mean, sarcastic, when the situation calls for it.

I wish I can rapid-fire off-the-cuff retorts the way you can, specially when some stupid guy breaks my heart and leaves me crying in a corner.

I wish, for once, I can budge from that lonely corner and give whoever a taste of some razor-sharp words that will leave him stinging even 10 years from now, not only because he deserves it, but more so because it can set him off the right path if he carefully considers your rebuke.

Then, again, this is me. Nice.

I guess this is why God, in all His perfect wisdom, brought us together to be friends.

I know that despite my niceness, I'm not always the easiest person to live with. Because of this, it still amazes me how our friendship--however insane it may be--has withstood the test of time, despite walk-out episodes, our sometimes contrasting spiritual beliefs and what else?

Yet I have not known anyone as stubborn and as faithful as you--you have dealt with me with much patience and love.

You're the only person I know who would serve me with truth, no matter how bitter, knowing it is what I need to be well, to improve, to rise above, be a better me

Neither you nor I are perfect to each other. There are also times I want to strangle you, specially about matters of the heart, both yours and mine. You know you are treading a serious war path whenever the subject of Mr. Frog is discussed... but like a true, loyal soldier, you march on... if only to save a stupid friend like me.

You are my epitome of Proverbs 17:17. Though I may drive you away, I know you will keep coming back because you love and will return to pick up the shattered parts of me, no matter what.

How can words be enough to express how blessed I am to have you.

No words.