You Know When People Really Matter

Last Wednesday, something happened to me that bring tears to my very own cold and somehow stable voice, a buddy of mine at work just noticed without a doubt that my tension were extremely higher than normal.

We had a somehow private conversation that really moved me.

It’s not just his value as an human being that has risen in my very own rating, several hundreds percent, it’s the feeling that I could be something else rather than a token to someone and I don’t care who’d be.

When Eighteen years ago, I had my very own soul killed I’ve been always wondering If I was going to be meaningful to someone at somepoint of my life, also I knew in my deepest mind that I had something broken inside me. And It’s that I don’t like to talk about myself, about what I really think, ok I’m not saying that I’m a fuckin’ but I managed thru the years an ability to answer questions evasively or not telling everything I could tell, maybe it’s the inner fear inside me which drives my thoughts this way it’s really good at least for me to Express opinion whitout giving away too much, but makes expressing feelings so painful.

So, this post It’s dedicated to you, you know who you are and I hope to continue to mean something to people that really matters, you know perhaps I was a bit “House” (rude, I mean) when we finished the call yesterday, but “Thanks for being there, means a lot to me”.

I know this it's going to be somehow bitchy to read for my friends who don't speak a damn word in English, but hey maybe it's my fault, but writing in English and screwing up in English it's not such painful for my heart to tell stories like this, I really hope you understand.