I’m grateful to have him as a friend… I sincerely trust him.. I appreciate every moment of our friendship.. his straightforward words… woke me in some ways.. never judge a book by its cover.. you’ll never know what’s hidden inside.. he call himself a bad listener.. it’s okay… I don’t need him to be a perfect listener but someone who’s willing to listen to me.. I don’t want to talk to myself again… I’m not crazy.. I don’t want to talk to the empty space… I’m not expecting solution or answer.. I just want a listener.. he call himself mean… no… he’s not… he’s just trying to point of facts.. he did made me cry… but I cried not because he said bad things or whatsoever… I cried because he said the truth.. we are from different family backgrounds. We are born in different generations. But somehow I felt that he thinks more mature than me.. maybe it’s life experience… I owe him a lot more than I can repay.. it’s the appreciation.. the kind of helpfulness.. the kind of friendship.. that money can’t buy…. thank you..
He’s not really that bad… except that he’ll go missing without notification… whenever my messages sent without any reply for a long time… I knew he’s not reading… phone somewhere in the pocket… he’s away… well… I don’t expect prompt reply but at least tell me Lah…. then I won’t message first… that’s him… always like that… bad boy.
Everyone has a devil side. It’s whether we want to show it or not. I won’t believe if you tell me you’re perfectly good.. no devilish thinking… this and that.. you’re lying… I’ve never said he’s a good guy… our interpretations of devil may be different.. I don’t see you a devil yet… bad yes, devil no.