Hearty

Yesterday morning, from Taft Ave I headed to Espana. I arrived early for my first subject in school so I thought of chilling at one coffee shop. I treated myself a drink while holding a cigarette (not a vice, ok?) as I read some lines from a good book and I started to write.

I was depressed by fear and I wanted courage. Knowing that I was alone and away from knocking miseries, everything wasn't an escape but rather, a cure. I couldn't remember anymore when was the last time that I got an undisguised, personal and parallel communication with myself. When I did it yesterday, I felt better.

My bestfriend called me up last night. Actually, I was worried about her when I heard that she's facing a dreadful phase in her life. Nice to hear that now, she is ok. We had a very good coversation which provided me an abundant nourishment again.

I'm trying to get to know more of people lately. I do not feel relaxed whenever I will talk to a group of people. I go for a one-on-one conversation. It's flattering that lately, I got to know a new person. I even saw tears wanted to have their exit from her eyes. She opened up the "saga of her life" to me. A very personal one and I promise to keep it.

I admit, I find it hard to open my doors to some. Everyone's welcome though, but each intensity of my affection would vary. I believe that persons are gifts and every meeting is an exchange of gifts. Some are wrapped beautifully and for the rest, it may take your stare away from them. The thing here is, we should look what's inside the wrapping.