Our friendship is over four
years old. It started as a standoffish student-teacher acquaintance when I
taught an advanced ESL class where he was one of the learners. He is an
introvert type of a person while I the other extreme. The world we live in
dictates a few cultural boundaries but it didn’t matter
in the end. I couldn’t befriended him because he was
my student and I was like too way older (twenty-two years worlds apart). And so
this is the rarest picture of a flourishing friendship you would probably see–at
least where we are as regards this sort of thing. Last night, we had a long
talk over the phone. It was not a peculiar one, but it was the first in a month.
We chat a lot until these days. We could talk forever despite our personality
and age differences–but not our opinions. There
were times when I thought that he really thinks matured than I am.
I still find ways to keep in
touch with my learners in the past for as long as they are within reach, but
this guy is the only one who is very consistent corresponding back. Through
social media such as Facebook and messenger, through sms and phone calls, and through
various meetups, we have been keeping this bond all these years. Where I come
from, we call it a gift from above. And I am grateful eternally for this
greatest treasure that I received. “I can
be your father since we can’t be
friends.” I told him years ago. He just
laughed because he knew what that means. From a student, then he became like a
son of mine. And as the years rolled by, he became my confidant–now he
is my best friend in the entire world.
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