A Walk to Recovery

A friend of mine, Carla, lost her boyfriend of ten years in a very tragic accident, a very sad ending it was for a love that has stood the test of time. A love so true, a love that has not lost its meaning even through the years. A love deserving to end up in the altar. A love so pure – a kind that everybody longs to have. I can still clearly recall how we would spend a day with each other. After school, we would hang-out, eat in the cafeteria – the three of us would go to the movies together, believe it or not, we have watched practically all the movies. We would spend the rest of the time left window shopping or just sitting in a corner blankly staring at each other. I have seen how much we have grown together, as friends. And I was a witness to the childish love that has developed over the years – and that turned into something so beautiful and so perfect. I can still remember we used to go and play paintball. The first time led to the next until we became so much fond of it. A very fun activity, it was. We would squeal, like children being hit by paintball and having the paint all dripping. We have shared so much, as friends. Ten years may not be sufficient but it was long enough to build a friendship – to learn so much from each other and enough to share memories that will forever be reminisced. The fondest times I can recall are the ones we shared in the paintball field. We all shared the same interests. We have enjoyed the littlest of things. Between Carla and Rob, is not just romantic relationship but a friendship that has blossomed into love. A love so young, so innocent and so genuine. I would like to believe that good things really never last. He died in an accident leaving us on our own. Rob, being the guy in the group, always assures us that we could always cling to him. I am in pain, as Rob’s friend, how much more Carla? Recovery is on its way, a little less than ten years, now. We have been trying to catch up on each other. We have already watched a few movies together, just the two of us. She is trying to cope up and I know how painful it is to her. She admitted to me one thing, though; she could never stand even the thought of being in the paintball field we used to go to ten years ago. Now, I should make my goal, to be in that paintball field with my best friend. Healing is a process. I am willing to walk her through it even if that would mean another decade. Having to spend another decade with a friend who is more of a family to me is not a waste of time. I lost a friend in Rob. And she has lost so much more.