Blessed I am that the person I love is not just a lover, but he's my true best friend. As in, it's not just the mushy feelings and shit but we're really, best friends. But at the end of the day, I know I still long for a girl friend to talk to. I've been longing for a girl friend to talk to. Or at least to be able to open up to my mum again. Because as much as Wazeef can listen and respond, it is not the same. Because he's a guy, there are things he won't understand, there are things his opinions would be the last you'd consider cause he's a GUY. I swear on God that I've never felt like I've lost everyone, except for a person of the opposite gender that I love in a romantic way, that I truly trust to share my stories with like I do in my 20th year of living.

Tell me how can it be so wrong to only want to be able to share it with someone who actually cares? Tell me how is it that every single time I feel bothered with what circles in my mind, what holds me back from sharing is the thought of how I cannot burden another person with my stories?

Because if you're someone I love and if you ever feel the way I do,
if you ever feel like your problem is not worth sharing, not worth talking because everybody has their own problem to deal with,
talk to me,
for God's sake,
talk to me,

I swear on God I would carry you.

I would carry you even if I am a huge mess myself,
I would carry you even if I struggle myself,

just talk to me and let me be there for you.

And if I ever do it the wrong way,
talk to me and tell me about it,
tell me and let me be there for you.

Because how can it be so wrong,
to only want to not carry it alone?