Real Friends

I'm a loner.

I like spending time by myself. Thinking about going out makes me excited, as does getting ready, but once I'm actually out, surrounded by people, I usually think about going home.

I've been feeling like this a lot lately, maybe because the people I used to call friends are not friends anymore, or maybe because I've changed. I don't know. I forgot what it means to have people who care about you.

But today something great happened - a big surprise. A very, very dear friend of mine who lives far away texted me, telling me that she thinks about me often and would want to meet me.

I swear I almost teared up. She's one of those people I'm so grateful I've met in my life, because we're so similar and she makes me feel less alone. We met at uni a few years ago and, while I was living in Milan, we saw each other pretty much every day, but we haven't met in almost two years.

So this post is just a reminder for myself: there ARE people who care about you, think about you, love you. They are out there, and you just have to be open enough to let them reach you. You're not alone.