Sometimes destiny brings a stranger in our life when we need it the most. That stranger makes us feel special and helps us when we are in trouble, it soothes our souls. He/she brings laughter and love back in someones life. When his/her job is done, he/she moves on to the next person in need. Was I your stranger? If so, did I help? I'd rather live life as the stranger that influenced you than to live as the loser you let go of.
these days are hard.
Sometimes I'm sitting with my family, or sitting alone, and it just hits me out of nowhere, the realization of how much I miss your presence in my life, how much I miss our talks, your teasing, everything. But that follows with what happened, how you preferred a person you started talking few months ago over me, me whom you called your brother and you had known for few years now. I was the person who gave preference to you over everyone, because I called you my family. You once told me not to expect too much from you but at least you could have known your priorities. Or maybe you had always known, it was just me who didn't know them. Stupid me.