88 days of friendship
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2025.1.16, Thursday.
At midday, for unknown reasons, someone approached me. The next thing was we became friends. He said his name was JC. He helped me to post my written work, a record of my diaries, expressed in form of poetry.
He stressed that l must save my work in email and/or USB, not only in KeepNotes or TEDIT. I agreed and listened to him, we arranged to meet on Saturday. On that morning, when I tried to record my music playing, I realised I misplaced my phone, the one with all the poems.
I rang JC, to tell him there was no need to meet, because I lost my phone and could not work without it.
He insisted on meeting regardless.
I felt terrible. I did not know what we could work on without my phone.
Also he had already getting out of his way to help me.
Knowing he came from New South Wales, to show my gratitude, I decided to take him on a day trip, on the Sunday, to make up for all the troubles of the inconvenience caused to him by me.
On Sunday, I had a good time of swimming, while JC explored the tourist town on his own.
Although we had different plans, we managed to walk on the sand along the beach.
KC suggested we wrote a poem each. He wrote a beautiful poem with a personal touch,
I felt shy the way he described me in his poem.
I finished mine and posted on the internet next day.
Weeks later, he surprised me with a meaningful and lovely gift. He put my poem on a photo, which he took on the trip. Few days later, he just disappeared, no call nor messages, despite there were promises, to help me to store all my poems and understand more of the poetry world.
Out of a blue, at 03:08:00 on 2025.03.08,
JC messaged me it was his 21+ birthday. It happened to be a long weekend Labour Day. I had already planned three seperate day trips prior to receiving his messages.
His reconnection brought me surprise as well as pain, this was because after that very day, he played disappearing game again.
Despite he promised we would have another day trip on the next day. No. He kept on hiding until one fine day.
2025.3.24, out of no where, he called me from a private number. After ten minutes, he hung up the phone abruptly, cold like stone.
I had no idea, why he acted the way he did. Why he enjoyed "Now you see me, now I disappear".
2025.4.6, we spent time on a third and final trip at Apollo Bay.
On 2025.4.7, I bid farewell to him a trip to Sydney. Again, I never heard of him until one week later. He claimed he lost his phone and did not have my phone number.
2025.4.13
I travelled to one of my favourite beaches.
On the way, I posted one poem named "Disappearing and Finding games". It was written as a riddle to reach the intended reader.
The riddle message was to find me as I was promised to be contacted. When I was finally contacted, I prompted the caller to read my riddle poem. I did that because I wanted to see him so I could finally return his book and give him double serve of vanilla cake.
Well, I was shocked, the person texted me back with abusive language using the "F..." word. That was the last straw broke the camel's back.
The person stated "The way you speak of me was f...... disgusting ...."
I strongly believes, he and I had very different level of language and mentality of understand English.
The whole time, in my poems and messages, I expressed exactly how I felt and my true view of the situations. Although I did not frequently used appraisal words, but I definitely never used one negative or inferior words nor abusive language. That was me. I showed my gratitudes and appreciations via possitive actions, not by using sugar-coated , nor pretended.
At the end of his messages, he mentioned the word "Goodbye" with very strong hatred.
Well JC, it was quite a journey with you in my last leg of life. It was exactly 88 days of our friendship if you believed there was any. The qualities you possessed will be acknowledged and appreciated.
From the beginning until now, I always and only wanted to be friend with JC as far as travelling companionship. No more and no less. Writing poems would be bonus but not important. Every thing I stated either verbally or written, messages or in person was true. I never played games or pretended.
Goodbye JC.
PS
As I wrote before, a best friend can bring out the best in you. It seemed I could not do that, therefore I was not your best friend.
For whatever it meant to you, JC thank you.
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