It was only for about 30, 45 minutes. We didn't even sit down properly. There were hundreds of people talking and mingling around us, a master of ceremony was hushing people not to take too many pictures with the bride and groom.
Some of them complained about the lack of foods - 90 minutes into a wedding party and they ran out of everything including mineral water. I heard a man asking where the other guys were. A woman telling us to go congratulate the happy couple on stage.
Flashes from a camera went off, to see a group of girls in pink kebaya approaching us. Cheek peck here, cheek peck there, and they were gone.
But to me, all those people were a buzz, a colorful shadow spinning around behind me in a circle.
Was it more than a year that we had met for the last time? I don't even remember. We met again, and that is that.
Did we catch up? No.
Did we ask each other how we've been with our work, our love life, our family? No.
Did we demand answers of some inexplicable disappearances? No.
We were just there. I was just there, trying to soak myself with the moment. "Hold your breath, don't blink," a friend said. And I did just that. Call me dramatic. Call me emotional, sensitive. I don't care. I saw them.
The three of them. At the same time.
We just laughed. We took pictures. Seriously, nothing new happened. We grinned ear to ear all the time, we talked without having to use our brains, without any awkward pause. Even the silence felt euphoric.
It was only 30, 45 minutes. A click there, a click here. And the moment was gone. That whole time, I kept wishing silently for time to stop, but it of course did not. Oh well, I didn't ask for a lot anyway. Despite everything, it strangely felt familiar when we met.
It's like we were never separated at all.
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