Who Am I? (20)

I, as a friend, don't have a lot to offer. Except for a few honest words, a few simple and heartfelt compliments, a few silly questions to throw about and a few sillier stories to share. That's it. That really is all I have to offer.

Hello there, I am there. 

I am not one of those charismatic people who can whisk everyone away with their mind-boggling adventures. I am not one of those intriguing story tellers who can make any simple incident sound interesting, I am not one of those people who are dramatic in a way that mesmerizes people, I am not someone who understands social conventions and acts accordingly and makes friends in the process, I am not someone who has things to say that can excite people. I don't have much novelty in me. I have plain things to say, seriously.

And I am totally okay with being this way. I mean, it is what it is, I've been this way for as long as I can remember. The negative side to this is the fact that not a lot of people have patience for me, I am not in general the typical interesting person. Is that a bad thing? Maybe, but the positive side to this is that the people I am with are literally the best people. Granted there aren't a lot, but who cares about the quantity when the quality is so damn high? 

These are friends who don't ever make me feel like I am not good enough. Friends who care about me and about whom I care about. Friends with whom when I spend time, everything freezes. Friends who's sheer company is enough to bring infinite happiness. Friends who prioritize  me. Friends whom I would miss when I am not with them, friends whom I'm grateful for. 

Lots of love, peace.