Last night, I got to chat with A. We had to cut it short because he’s disconnecting and I was about to eat dinner.
There are some people who feel you are with them even if you haven’t seen each other for ages. It might seem strange because A and I had only been acquainted for a short time and yet, I feel I can share anything to him. There are even things only he knows, about me. I told him things I never shared to my best friend. Perhaps, its really more comfortable sharing to a stranger – although that doesn’t make him a stranger now. Having a friend you don’t see, talk and text every week is surprisingly beautiful because you get to talk about a whole lot of stuff and never get tired of hearing the same thing over again.
What makes chatting with A different from chatting with everyone else? Chatting with him is one of the sweetest things I like looking forward to. We can talk about basketball, girls, guys, gays, love, life, death and a lot more. It doesn’t even get uncomfortable like when I chat with my other friends. It isn’t disturbing when he replies late. With him, we “share”, he says something then he asks me what I think. With him, I’m myself. I can even be very vocal and not worry on what he’ll think. I can be unconventional with all he cares. I can blurt out every bad word I know, without thinking, and he wouldn’t care. We could practically criticize every person in this planet. I love the way we criticize people, it is very different from R, who’s so juvenile and harsh. I like that he could tell me all his mishaps and difficulties. I love that he tells me how badly he treats girls; that he’s now going for girls he doesn’t love and is younger. He wasn’t hesitant to share those things to me.
When we chat, it’s just real. No pretensions, just our plain, marvelous selves.
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Two roads divereged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
- Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
