Nah, I don't think so. But I don't care. I'll stay no matter what.
Have I told you that I believe I have no friends? Well, yes, I do believe so. "How I define friends?", you might ask. I would simply tell you that a friend is someone who I can frankly tell them everything going on my life, and everything going on my mind. I don't care how much the details are, they must know them all. I must know theirs too. I understand that this might not be the true scope of friendship; friendship is something deeper, and wider in the same time. Friendship is a bond that is unbreakable through time, and it lies in a more spacious place than where I put it.
What?! What am I saying! Did that make sense to you? If it did, then you must be the one.
Okay, amidst all of these feelings of loneliness that I have, and the inability of talking and letting out all that I carry in my chest, there is someone who listens. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't solve my problems. Or even try to. He doesn't help me do anything. He just tells me to have faith and believe that everything happens for a reason. He cares to ask the next day to see if I am still holding up. But again, he doesn't speak much. So I have no idea how he thinks of me. But, for the first time in my life, I actually don't care what he thinks. He has done me good. I'm thankful and full of appreciation. And that is the end of it. I expect no more. Such a relief and a freeing feeling.
I wish he was you.
Now tell me, can that be friendship? Or this is not it?
Anyhow, what I wanted to say is that my life is bearable when someone who listens like him is around. Otherwise, life feels like hell. That is the first thing you get to know about me.
Talking about that. I hate people who compare their lives to hell. Funny, right! :) They just have no idea how hell is really is, and how much hell is it. The pain is just incomparable.
Talked too much today? Sorry. There are loads of things to tell you about. And I want you to know me for who I really am.
See you soon.