On Friendster

I was viewing your Friendster profile, you seem not to know. I wonder if you ever thought of me, or at least of my existence. Your profile gave me the idea that you’ve logged on within the last 24 hours, and it reminded me of your addiction to social-networking sites, most especially Friendster. Back then, we were always together as we go online and check our mails, accounts and profiles. We never failed to comment on each other’s pictures, although most of our uploaded photos always projected the moments that we had shared together. You used to take your pictures using my camera phone, and I was telling you not to delete it for my friends and family to see you, to know you. I was once proud to tell the whole world that you were my best friend.

Your profile told me that you are in a complicated relationship. I wonder with whom. Once, I knew everything of you: your parents who treat you like a baby, your sister and her rich boyfriend, your two brothers, your ex-girlfriend, your crushes in the campus and even in your community, your friends who had a crush on you, everything! I’ve known of your schedule for the day. We share each other’s whereabouts, and we accompany one another to wherever we wanted to go. We never failed to tell each other regarding the changes in our lives, even the slightest thing, such as a new song in your mp4 player, or a comment in your profile. But now, I wonder who you are hanging out with, or if you still have the same habit of going to SM or Ayala. I’ve cut my ties with you, so is yours with mine, just a year ago. I’ve never known of you from then on. Or so I want it to.

Your Friendster profile had background music. I bet it’s your favorite song as of the moment. Not long ago, your favorite song was Sparks and Brown’s No Air. I first introduced it to you, and it took you a very long time to appreciate it. Eventually, you learned to love it. I once loved Ne-yo’s music as much as you did. Now, his music is nostalgic, at least for me. It reminds me of you, everything of you.

You seem so happy. I can see it in your smile, or at least, the smile in your profile picture. You always wore that wonderful smile. I, too, always wear a smile in my face, though I never thought of it as wonderful as yours. For once, you have been one of the main reasons why I smiled. Even through your slightest presence, I feel assured. I was sure that I was not alone; that I always had someone to turn to; that I have a friend no matter what. Your smile reminded me of what we used to be—our laughter, our dances, our trips, our triumphs, our happiness. It reminds me of a series of memories that we had—memories that I never thought would come to an end; memories that were once the gravity of my soul.

“My Best Friend.” That was the caption of your profile picture. I wonder where your old pictures have gone. I wonder where OUR old photos have gone. Had you erased it, I really don’t know. We are now strangers in each other’s world. I can barely forget the last words you uttered, the last words that you said while I was still part of your world, the word that really broke my heart but eventually became my motivation—move on like you never really knew me, like we don’t exist in each other’s world.

And now, here I am, viewing the profile I cannot fully view. It’s set to private. I erased you in my friend’s list the very moment you told me to forget you. I can’t cling unto a very crumbling relationship. I have to move on, like what you told me. And I did. I fortunately and unbelievably did. It was never easy, but I have to follow what you said. Even until the end, I was faithful, I obeyed you, and I listened to you.

We both met our happy endings. I ended up successful in my own field—being a student leader and an academic achiever. As for your case, you seem very happy with your current life. I heard you’ve found the love of your life, but I have no updates about you. You seem so happy, though I really never bothered or cared to ask you. Just because I’m not looking, it doesn’t mean that I don’t see. I was like a villain in your world, and you are to mine. We were like villains who hurt anyone who come our ways. I hurt you, you hurt me, but we are fine now, at least I think so. The villains in our different worlds have become the superheroes of their own lives. The villains have actually moved on from miseries of their lives. One of the villains, however, will continually look at another villain’s Friendster profile, reminiscing quite a bunch of memories that will always be part of their lives.

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