Fakers

They say that you don’t lose friends, you only find out in the end—who’s real and who’s not.

Being a student of Psychology, I have realized that I have the personality that most people would misunderstand. I admit that I have this sense of “direct language” that you would not comprehend the correct way unless otherwise you get to know me fully.

I had a friend whom I can call the “only person I can depend on no matter what”. I can tell everything I want and be whoever I want to be—without being misjudged. He can make me smile during my saddest days, make me think about my childish ways, and even bring the best out of me. But in the end, this so-called friend treated me like nobody—“nobody” in the sense like he does not know me anymore. He won’t even try to listen to my deepest sentiments, he won’t even care about what I felt and he won’t even remember the most important days of my life.

I miss my friend who is always there to support me, be there for me and tell me how important of a person I am even if others cannot. I miss our laughs. I miss how we talk. I miss being his friend. I don’t even know if he remembers that once we used to laugh, once we used to talk, once we used to be friends.

In friendships, there is always someone who is real and who is not; who would be true and not; who stays and who leaves.