We'd talk about random, pointless and funny things, stereotypes and cliches we can relate to, and sometimes we hover to serious topics like life, love, issues, people, his beliefs, my beliefs. He is smart and hilarious, and ridiculously persistent to talk to me to the point that I noticed him. I love the way he says things, and I love the way that he knows what I want to talk about. I love the way he makes me look stupid at times, and I laugh at myself. I love how he knows a lot of things about the world that I don't. I love it when I suddenly stare blankly and he quietly asks, "What's wrong?".
He made a comfortable ground of sharing secrets, problems, and other thoughts that I fear would leave me wounded with judgement had I said it to anyone else. Mistakes that we're learning from. Struggles that we're trying to overcome. He is expressive with his thoughts, he is someone who can create a blog post like this one, naturally and never trying too hard. In many ways you can sense if what he's feeling or if he's upset, yet he does not ask for too much, and is never assuming. In many ways he has some quirks too, which I learned to accept, the way he accepted my kaartehans.
I learned a lot of things about myself as I got to know him, that it is possible to be used by God as an instrument of positive change. That it is possible to forgive multiple times. That is it possible to lessen your pride and admit your own faults too.
A crazy, long and genuine laughter,
A sentimental smile,
And a moment of silence filled with thoughts in my head.
Those kinds of moments.
It's so real, and it makes me happy.
We're the closest of friends, perhaps the closest one I ever had in my entire life.
I wish my sensitive heart would stop hurting and worrying about people's judging eyes and careless lips. Or I just wish they will never try to judge at all because I'm scared. It's either that, or I overcome this sensitivity--it's what will truly make me happy. Will I be happy? I hope so.
He made a comfortable ground of sharing secrets, problems, and other thoughts that I fear would leave me wounded with judgement had I said it to anyone else. Mistakes that we're learning from. Struggles that we're trying to overcome. He is expressive with his thoughts, he is someone who can create a blog post like this one, naturally and never trying too hard. In many ways you can sense if what he's feeling or if he's upset, yet he does not ask for too much, and is never assuming. In many ways he has some quirks too, which I learned to accept, the way he accepted my kaartehans.
I learned a lot of things about myself as I got to know him, that it is possible to be used by God as an instrument of positive change. That it is possible to forgive multiple times. That is it possible to lessen your pride and admit your own faults too.
A crazy, long and genuine laughter,
A sentimental smile,
And a moment of silence filled with thoughts in my head.
Those kinds of moments.
It's so real, and it makes me happy.
We're the closest of friends, perhaps the closest one I ever had in my entire life.
I wish my sensitive heart would stop hurting and worrying about people's judging eyes and careless lips. Or I just wish they will never try to judge at all because I'm scared. It's either that, or I overcome this sensitivity--it's what will truly make me happy. Will I be happy? I hope so.
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