learntofly

I have quite a bit of people sorrounding me, in a way. Most of them I call my friends, because we socialize on a friendly level and occasionally do things together. While mentioning those people in conversations with others I refer to them as my friends. What else am I supposed to call them?

But a friendly remindal hit me the other day. I don’t really consider those people my friends. They are just acquaintances – people I know and for most of the time have to do things together with, work, school and for the rest of the time keep a friendly and polite tone, because there is no reason for unfriendlyness. Thay're good people. Just acquaintances, not friends.

But why all this? As simple as it is, it hit me that I had made a real friend without even noticing it. Someone who I met, not someone else’s friend or acquaintance. Someone that I enjoy spending time with, someone who doesn’t seem to mind spending time with me. I hope. Someone who makes me laugh, someone who irritates me, someone who inspires. It has been a while. Someone...

But yet again it’s someone, who’s leaving… or, well, for a while I'm the one who left, but I’m going back... Someone who's leaving... someone who reminded me that I shouldn't try to run way, someone who reminded me to keep my eyes wide open.


Nati enam kui aasta eest kirjutasin, et ootasin kedagi, kes pidi tulema, aga ei tulnud. Olin nukker. Nüüd pean ise andeks paluma, sest lubasin ammu tulla, aga pole seda veel teinud. Anna andeks. Tunnen sinust puudust – kogu aeg, vast ei maini seda ainult kuigi tihti. Oled üks neist vähestest tükkidest, mis minu maailma koos hoiab. Oled minu.