I am not lonely, I am alone
I thought I am lonely and not alone but I discovered the opposite. I realized recently that I am not lonely but alone. Now, I observe someone who is the closest to me but never was seen. We think that everything that is so close to us is the closest but sometimes closeness is not a measure for closeness. There are things or people that are never seen close, but are the closest. The person I observed knows everything about me and super kind to me as a mother. Reproaches me when I am mistaken like a father. Keeps my secrets and never gets me wrong like a sister. Always understands me, always feels me and always saves and helps me, even without me asking for help. Suffers if I am in pain and worries about me the most. The ONLY one who gives me birthday gifts and cakes and appreciates my hard work the most. Who always advises me and sometimes hurts me but always stays with me and heals me. Never misunderstands me and knows everything in my mind and heart without me uttering it. This