Fefer Erflens.

Paper airplanes, or fefer erfleyns as we like to call them, remind me of a time I was a newbie in the office and we'd throw paper airplanes in our spare time. Over such origami and laughter, I became closer to a friend. Secrets were told and familiarities cropped up at some point in time. It was the time that no one minded us and our crazy antics, the time that everyone treated us like kids because I was in my early 20's while she was barely out of her teens. But time decided to hop on of our own paper airplanes and zoomed past all our childishness. Before we knew it, we were both in our mid-20's while those paper airplanes decided to carry us to maturity and growth. At some point, our paper airplanes would each have to choose a path of their own to take us with them. We would both reach the end via different routes, routes chosen by our own paper airplanes.

Amidst all these traveling, one thing shall remain constant. That is the presence of paper airplanes in our lives at some point. We found someone to share our craziness with, someone who dreamed with us over paper airplanes.