A Friend Named Miho

When I first met her, I thought she was cool and very easy going. I love her job at the Talent Agency. She looks totally fabulous and two weeks ago, she dashed to England for a much needed break. That's Miho, bubbly, cute and charming.

The friend I went out with last weekend was a totally different girl. Devastated. Crying her heart out. Defeated. As if tomorrow is a joke. My heart poured out for her as she embraced me and thanked me for the great night out. She told me that she just got divorced a week ago. My mind was fast computing and realized that the divorce came out just after she returned from England. So the UK trip was not purely liesure then, it was a trip that one woman needed to make, alone, by herself, so somehow assure her that everthing will be OK. I perfectly understood. So I embraced her with all my might and cried with her. For a while, I forgot if I was crying for myself or for her. And then it dawned on me - this is our life's journey. A journey that only the bravest of hearts, and the steadiest of spirits can triumphantly endure.