The Other Half

You know the moment you meet a close friend that you haven't met after a really long time? And he/she introduces you to... the other half?

And it can go either way. You either totally love this person or have those what-on-earth-is-my-friend-thinking moment?

Over the weekend, I had one such situation. And I kid you not, within the first five seconds, I totally, completely, radically, thoroughly, wholeheartedly loved my friend's other half (who shall remain anonymous since I realise the world has been getting smaller, albeit reaching the 7th billion mark weeks ago).

I was so happy for my friend, the moment TOH ("the other half") left the car for a bit, I immediately burst out in praise and affirmation! TOH was so genuine, oozed with goodness, and there's a simpleness about TOH that I feel balances out my friend's complexity. HAHA!

I think I have an amazing friend (it's one of those friends that when I think I "high school", I think this friend) and I believe this friend deserves an amazing person. And TOH is amazing.

It's moments like these that I feel like having an other half so badly!

It just amazes me how having known pretty much everything about my friend (back then) i.e. hopes, dreams, fears, insecurities, everything, and how we'd often wonder what kind of person we'd end up with, and now, seeing my friend with this person, I couldn't be more happy.

P/S: I don't think my own friend gushes about her TOH as much as I did but I got so excited I spent the time lying on my bed, while waiting till I dozed off, planning my friend's life out with TOH -where they'd live, the kind of jobs they'd take, the kind of parents they'd be. Sigh...