Strangers

I wish we had not known each other for too long so that we would still be able to have conversations now. 

I wish we did not become too familiar with each other so that we can still ask about each other's life, or how have we been, or what we're doing now.

I wish that the time spent in knowing each other were much, much longer so that I would still have a reason to ask you, and the things you love and the things that move your heart and the things you're most passionate about. Because I would love to know you more.

I really wish that we could go back to the time when the days and nights were too short for our banters and running conversations about anything we can find that's worth our while.

I really wish we could still unashamedly ask about each other's past without holding much attention to it because we both believe that the future is way brighter and promises a better story. We both know that looking up and forward is the best way ahead in this journey.

I really wish we can still talk about each other's love and devotion for the Lord, and how we both desire to make His name great in this world; to talk about ministry and discipleship now that we've both come a long way in committing our lives to the great task at hand--to make leaders and disciple nations--all for the Lord.

But what did just happen? We seem to drift apart now--and the friendship that I would like to continue gets stunted by things I can't explain. I did not imagine that the growing silence could hurt this much. But could it be that we're just here to complicate things in each other's life? Or was it just me? I wish I could apologize for the way I handled things. And I wish you know that my intentions were good, and that they were prompted by a prayer that if I were to seek God first, He will also make it clear to you. Or was that only my wishful thinking?

I wish that we did not meet each other only to end up as strangers all over again.