Yesterday I came home later than I planned to be. My friend and I were so preoccupied with our conversation that we forgot our target time to go home. We talked for almost an hour. I wouldn’t talk about the conversation because it was a bit private and it didn’t center on my life. Although I would talk about what I felt while listening to a really interesting and intriguing story. I’m telling you there were goosebumps all over me because it wasn’t an ordinary story.
Actually, I feel sorry for her. All along, I’ve always thought she’s the type of person that wherever she is, she would always be a part of a certain circle of friends. But clearly, I was wrong about that. I can see that she misses her old friends who are now far from her, just like me, I guess. There’s nothing I can do to bring those people back of course. Right now, I just want to be there for her. Be there for anyone, actually. No I’m not volunteering to be her “temporary bestfriend”. A bestfriend who’s supposed to be there when the real bestfriend isn’t available. (Damn! Why is having a bestfriend such a big issue of my life?!) If I can’t be a bestfriend, at least I could be a great friend.