I never thought I would write this blog. But I am. But there are many things I thought I wouldn't do, but I did them anyway. So this blog is specially dedicated to my " new pal ". Now, there are some things in life that dont need explanations and words are too less. This new mate of mine is super fun to talk to. Its like talking to an 8 year old and then suddenly, you feel you are an 8 year old talking to an 80 year old. In many ways, my new mate is just like me. In many ways, I feel as though I am talking to myself, which i do occassionally. I dont know much about my new mate, just the fact that humour is common to both of us. Harmless humour I must say. Since I dont know him much till now, I did not know how to react when somethings about our pasts were shared. Its difficult sometimes to accept. Its even more difficult to accept and still feel the same way. I think that there is so much more to my new mate than what I see. There is a lot that nobody can see, even if they can see, they cant understand, even if they can understand, they dont know how to react. Its all a circle, a cobweb.
So, my new mate is like a mirror to me in many ways. No, I dont know my new mate so well, no I dont know what his favorite colour is. No, I dont know what makes him sad, upset, angry, jealous. But thats the reason why I am calling him my "new mate". If I knew him so well, he would be my best friend. But the transition is what I call the most "beautiful" period. Like a transition from a catepillar to a butterfly.