I want to confess; life without a friend is painful and empty, and a friend is that close person whom you meet from time to time you become friends with him and laugh with him a lot until you come home saturated with traces of laughter. I say this because my close friend is going through circumstances that prevent him from meeting me, and I cannot describe the magnitude of the emptiness and loneliness that I feel as a result of these circumstances, which do not target me directly, but rather are with someone I love and my days are good at; and from here we know that the circumstances of those we love must affect us in one way or another. I may be busy with work and I may be busy with my own affairs, but what next? All works have an end, and if I finish my last work every day, I don't feel like calling him, meeting him, and healing from my tired days by hysterical laughter with him. Is it my fault? Was I wrong not being keen to make friends with his presence? Was it a mistake to settle for it? Moreover, is it right for a person to have many friends, all of whom are close?. The human is barely coming.
© aminebouz