m & m

i grew up with them.
one of them, i've known since i was 7 (yeah we're an oldy mouldy bunch). and in typical seven year old behaviour complete with cooties and teasing, i knew him only as my nemesis in a game of tag.
but in chasing each other round the playground, i found a friend who would walk with me through those days when my life was still one digit and later accompany me as we grew into terrible teens.
we would tease, mock, sabo each other
i broke your glasses. you made it a point to look out for me... when you weren't glued to your computer.

the other m, i knew midway in my teenage life.
the mock horror that he who stubbed my toe was to be my neighbour
became the refuge i went to on days i couldn't bear to be at home
or when i was just bored anyway
we exchanged insults. mocked each other's height. handed out empty threats.
and to me, he'll always be my neighbour, separated as we are, and living on two different continents apart from the land we grew up in.

i grew up with m & m.
that journey has changed though, we walk separate paths, the dynamics, the comfort, the interactions modified and faded in its intensity.

but like weird motherly, matronly feeling, i think i will always be proud and fond of my m &ms.

i'm feeling nostalgic with a cup of tea.