I'm reading your blog. I'm crying. I'm still reading your blog.

And I wonder, maybe its my own wishful thinking, the reason that I treat you as an important friend, is because we have the same fate. Or yours is even more painful than mine. But what attracts me to you, is probably knowing that you have a scar in your heart. Just like mine. Just that yours is way deeper and way more painful. But we're trying, right? We're laughing like madwomen, we're joking, we're slacking, we're trying to build up a self to show others. Maybe you're getting out of it, maybe you're not. But we never ever tell each other outright. We drop in a few lines here and there, and we acknowledge it. Because we both know nothing can heal it. Maybe even the best healer, time, can't do it.

Like I said, maybe its just wishful thinking on my part. But I hope you feel so too.

I laugh, I go crazy, I smile. Maybe everything I do was sincere when I did it; the laughters, the smiles, the jokes. But when I go back to being alone, everything just isn't normal. Maybe we're similar, or maybe you're stronger than I am.

But I really want to thank you for being there. For trying this out with me. For loving me as a friend and for me to love you as a friend.

Thank you.