For my friend

Another blue morning, another rambling to write.
Bear with me.

I had a convo with my friend few days ago.
It was pleasant, because he is one of the people whom I can talk to about anything.
I know him and he knows me, err... we know each other.
The good side.
and even the evil side of us, yeah we know it, and we don't care how evil we are.
Nobody's perfect! Accept it!

I like talking to him, well for few things.
It feels comfortable, I don't know why at the beginning.
We kinda understand each other, which is good, both of us need someone whom we can talk to.
Now I realised that I'm more comfortable in telling stories to a friend rather than to family, it's somewhat true.

Well, for you.
Thank you for listening, even though I kinda bothering you with my stories and my worries.
You listened even though I caught you through skype or whatever at night, or even in the morning.
Thank you for somewhat commenting, you're not criticizing, that's what I like about you.
Thank you for being a good friend.