Dear myself,
It was strange, wasn't it? To have people around and yet still feel somewhat lonely. Maybe it was because we didn't talk anything about ourselves to those people. Maybe we didn't trust them enough for us to share our burden.
And then we called for this person who was distanced very far away from us, just because it was too quiet. But, that short phone call to an old friend brightened our lonesome day.
Then somehow I think... that... it is okay not to have many friends. It is okay to have a few trusted friends who would willingly share the burden.
A short phone call. A short aimless talk. But it was enough, strangely.
It was strange, wasn't it? To have people around and yet still feel somewhat lonely. Maybe it was because we didn't talk anything about ourselves to those people. Maybe we didn't trust them enough for us to share our burden.
And then we called for this person who was distanced very far away from us, just because it was too quiet. But, that short phone call to an old friend brightened our lonesome day.
Then somehow I think... that... it is okay not to have many friends. It is okay to have a few trusted friends who would willingly share the burden.
A short phone call. A short aimless talk. But it was enough, strangely.
