The inhumane lies have been exposed.
The many covers of reassurance of oneself broke down.
A year of deceit shrouded in fog has gone.
What happens next?
Stay true and move on.
It's that simple.
Living in the unalterable past is futile.
The future is still there to craft.
Relations need not be put in words.
Mutual interactions strengthen bonds undoubtedly.
Time spent together cannot be measured with gold.
But, is it too much to ask for confirmation?
Loneliness is the reason.
Wise is my friend to pick it out.
Concern and help are kindly offered.
After all, he has walked the same road before.
Close friends all spread around.
None know another well.
No siblings to call my own.
Only the cold laptop accompanies me every day and night.
Be more E than I, was the advice.
Right, I thought.
Can't keep on wondering about achievements in social life.
I'll help myself, I'll change.
Support from friends is required.
I literally lust after it.
Best Friend, Confidante? Even a Life Partner.
Fate will bestow them naturally.
Without the lies, I will not have a dear brother.
It must be predestined.
A gargantuan blessing it has always been in disguise.
For experience, for accompaniment, for life.
