acquaintance, activity partner, friends in condition, good friends, and best friend.

weird things about living in the world surrounded by tons of people,
we can still feel lonely.

you might know lots of people,
hanging out, spending most of our times with them,
yet we're still unsure what are us to them, vice versa.

acquaintance, is the one we know, barely speaking,
say hi sometimes, and whatever they're dealing with, we just don't give a shit.

activity partner, a bit more than that,
we know em, we spend some times together, say hi each time we passed by, but still what they're dealing with, IF it's nothing to do with us, we just couldn't care less.

friends in condition, one level higher,
mostly come as a group of people, we spend most of time together, pleasants you, sometimes feel the same way we feel, basically they know what's happening around us, sharing most of info with us, cause they live in the same environment with us, anyway. and when we got a fight, rather be exiled or exiling one. 

then good friends,
the one who's on our side when we got exiled. end of discussion.

last,
the best friend,
might not find this much, might not be the person you see everyday, or spend most of your time with, might not be the person who tells you what you want to hear, even they will tell you that you're gaining weight, or how bad is your haircut, but they're telling you the truth, they don't lie to you, and they still love you with all those facts. it's the one you can tell, "I had sex with my boyfriend last nite" and live not to tell anybody about that. you might not have them around everytime, that sometimes you just forget about them. they are the one who doesn't give a damn about how bad your breathe is in the morning, how your dress doesn't fit, or how you snore when you sleep. they're the ones who wants to spend their weekends watching a cheesy comedy in your room when you're broke while the others hang out in the club. they're the one who will listen to your boring story about how your boyfriend dumped you, even when you're telling them the same story for the three hundred fifty four times. they're the one who let you cry out loud on their shoulder, and slap you right in the moment for you to wake up and move on, hold your hand, and walk with you together when you fall apart. they might not be the one who makes you laugh, or know the most happening things around you, but when the other stepped away, and you look back, they might be the one left.

so, who are we really?


:)

31 May 2009 at 01:15,

in a long of true friends.