Touched

A few hours ago, a good friend of mine, whose name is Harris Azman, wrote about his friends in his newly-created blog, dedicated to me. I've never really had anything dedicated to me, in a good way. At least, I think so. There was those ones, the ones Lisa wrote, when we were fighting. Those ones, well, they're bad. Reminds me of so much how I used to be. But who knows? I might still have that part of me inside of me, with me not knowing it. And probably there are which my friends wrote about me. I don't know. Maybe they talked about me?

I've always had the feeling they do. Just not the good things about me. They might have done it every time I move away from them for all I know. But it's okay, I guess. I haven't really been the best friend anyway, for some time now. So, I guess, I deserve the backstabbing and bad talks.

Anyway, Harris, he wrote about his best friend and good friends. He talked about how grateful he is to have such friends. How good his friends are. And I'm one of them. I've never really felt like that before. I smiled as I reached his blog, I grinned when I saw my name. My heart leaped with excitement. There was a lump in my throat, just wanting me to scream and race to him, and hug him as hard as I could, which I will never do, by the way.

The feeling of having a friend appreciating you, is like, the second best feeling ever. It felt like, one part of me has accomplished. All the times I've been trying to impress my friends with things, or treats. All those times I've talked to them, about random things, like there's no tomorrow. I'm not saying I've ever expected anything in return, because I've never expected so. I'm just happy that one of my friends, one I've been feeling like I was bullying, appreciates me, and loves me the way I am, weird and random.

For some of my friends who feel offended, in some way, I'm sorry. But I guess it's reality. And reality speaks the truth. So, what I've said on this post, is how I feel like. And that's the truth, which is reality. (Wait, is that right?)

Well, whatever it is, my friends are awesome. That's all I can say. They're the best people I've met in my 13 and a half years. Shall I name them?

Raihah, Dina, Dina Dzafira, Sonia, Zafirah, Izyan, Haziq, Adil, Harris, Kamalesh, Malik, Shania, Hidayah, Amirah, Ashraff (yes, even him, although I hated him all throughout last year), Ashvin, Sarah, Aqilah, and lots more. God, I love them just the way they are. Sure, I might correct their English, or want them to be more like this or that, but that's how they are, and I can't change that. Not if I want to be a good friend, I can't. The thing is, to just accept people, and stop judging. I'm not perfect myself, am I?