for their husbands,
who hold their hands, their hearts, their futures.
I knew them, back when we’re giggling over a boy, still in our junior high school uniform,
I knew them, when they got so anxious why some boys didn’t call back, when they promised they will
and I knew them, long before their first kisses and their heartbreaks.
for their daughters and sons,
who own their heartbeats, their smiles and their tears
I knew your mother, when they kept secret from their parents,
said one and two lies to have a little fun,
and still dyed their hair regardless what their parents said
for friendship, that we build
brick by brick,
There is time when I felt our distance,
There is also time when they become a stranger to me,
And there is also time when their decisions are my rejection
but only true friends,
stand for each other,
even when they are mad at each other.
and only true friends,
feels like home
no matter how much the distance between them
for my girls,
all photos taken
months before this post
and none of them married or have kids (yet).