Six years ago, Conrado de Quiros wrote what many critics
claim to be one of the cleverest articles written in the history of Philippine
journalism. He titled it: “Rich country, poor country”. It was just last
year that I stumbled upon that masterpiece, and it is just right now that I am
inspired enough to attempt to write my humble version of it, only with a
different title and with a totally different subject.

Yesterday I asked Pinkle to help me out on this. She just
gave me a no, saying she herself is confused having been caught for so long in
the ambiguity of love towards a friend. Then I remember a song where Sergio
Mendes asks: “What do we mean to each
other, am I friend, am I lover?” I asked that question, after
introspecting, to myself once more; and this is how I answered:

Lovers, Friends.

by Lolito R. Go Jr.

When we are lovers, we wake up and greet each other good
morning; the phone will bridge our distance for the rest of the day, that’s if
we cannot see each other and go places; we will talk until the sun sets,
exchanging glances, physically or thru avatars; then we will seal the day with a
kiss, either physically or thru emoticons. When we are friends, we wake up and
greet each other good morning; our souls guarantee that distance nor down servers won’t
separate us for the rest of the day; that’s even if we are not able to see each
other and wander across the earth; we will walk until the moon rises to the top,
either we are together or apart, believing that walking is worth more than talking,
and the moon is better than the sun; and then finally, we’ll seal the day with
an embrace, either physically or thru those cute little smileys, as the breeze caresses the
grass.

When we are lovers, we are a couple. When we are friends, we
are one. When we are lovers, there are no rooms for third parties. When we are
friends, there are plenty of seats for expansion. When we are lovers, we look
forward and forget. When we are friends, we remember and understand. When we
are lovers, there are regrets in the end. When we are friends, there are
memories behind. When we are lovers, we arrange game plans. When we are
friends, we just thrive over time. When we are lovers, we promise the moon and
the stars and the comets and the rings of Saturn. When we are friends, we promise
only loyalty. When we are lovers, the world is not enough. When we are friends,
the words are not enough. When we are lovers, we dream of Paris. When we are friends, we live in Paradise.

When we are lovers, to love somebody else is infidelity.
When we are friends, to love everyone else is hospitality. When we are lovers, we
are jealous. When we are friends, we are hopeful. When we are lovers, the tears
are brought by insecurity. When we are friends, the tears are shared in bliss.
When we are lovers, we complain and squabble. When we are friends, we laugh
over troubles.

When we are lovers, we lie and mask the fix. When we are
friends, we say the truth and face the glitch. When we are lovers, there are
ifs and buts. When we are friends there are only musts.

To be or not to be continued …

…you’re comments are needed.

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