Five

How does one begin to say you’re leaving? Five years isn’t nothing.

Five years of coming in and out of the same office. Of seeing almost the same people. Well, some have come and gone too… Others, there to stay for another five, perhaps ten. I don’t know.

Hardest thing? Leaving behind people who have become dear friends and confidant. Friends who’ve become a Kumare or Kumpare. Friends who are there when you need them and when they need you too. (Gamitan lang ba?).

Knowing that after five years one is moving forward towards the next phase, next chapter, I cannot help but smile. Five years is short. Enough though to plant the seeds of friendship and of love.