Early this week my bestfriend gave me a call.

On a whim.

I have to write it that way because this is the very first time he did such a thing. You see, my bestfriend is my exact opposite. Aside from being a member of a different specie, he negates everything I am. I'm loud, he's quiet. I'm art, he is science. I can enumerate too many things that we don't agree on but I know deep down we somehow are related... and compatible. We like the same songs, same band, we share the same principles... we even own the same kind of tablet (Hahaha. Invalid evidence, I knoooow.)

That call was a milestone.

He only calls me whenever we have to talk about anything, sometimes when he can't find me whenever we have to meet, or if ever I'm running late which is most of the time and he has to make sure that my 'on my way' text is true.

He called me to say he is currently at GenSan.

Weird. I find it very weird that he has to call just to say he is now in GenSan. That city never had been important to us. I'd understand if he'd call me to say “Hey, I'm currently at 7 Eleven... here at GenSan,  drinking the best drink ever – Lipton Red Ice Tea from the dispenser (something we strongly agree on) and suddenly thought of you.” but that would never happen. He would never... ever admit he misses me. Hahaha. Ego alert!!!! All the more tell me mushy things like that. But a random call to tell me you are in GenSan? Come on, Teds! You really must be in 7 Eleven drinking the best drink our palates ever tasted!

So, maybe you miss me too.

When we met last January to buy his duffel bag and celebrate-slash-meet for the last time before he goes to Davao for that certain project, I learned that he maybe gone for two weeks, it may extend for three months even. I shrugged it off and told myself that, three months is three months but it's never too long for us, looking back, because of time constraints, our busy lives permit us to meet only every three months, so, him being there and me being here will never be a problem. I won't miss him that much. I just resent that he had to celebrate his birthday alone. I wanted to buy him the best Black Forest cake this year, guess I need to reserve that for 2013 (in case the world wouldn't end by December).

Three months is our threshold.

That call proved one thing. Three months is our threshold. We really have to communicate every three months. Or this can be translated to... Teds, three months is your threshold, and after that you'd find your way back to me cos you'll miss me. Hahahaha. Don't worry, I miss you everyday. :)

If ever Teds would be able to read this.

I'll buy you a box of Krispy Kreme when you get back, promise. :)