Of me: having good friends.

Due to distance and acceptance,
I feel more comfortable to have heart-to-heart conversations with people u call friends.

They show empathy.

They really try to understand the factors which lead me for my decision, my thoughts, my actions, my feelings.

They give suggestions.

They rationalise things.

They do tell me, there are things or thoughts or actions are wrong for me to take them negatively.

Yet, they don't blame me.

They don't make me feel bad.

I don't feel bad too. Maybe, they listen to me very well. Attentively.

They, my friends, made me turn to my family again.

They, my friends, made me have the will to be better and return to my family again.

They, my friends, always make me feel grateful and want to appreciate my family.

Regardless of my bad feelings.

Regardless of the ugly past stuck in the brain. 

Regardless of those hurtful unwanted memory.

They, my friends, none of them ever encourage me to avoid my family.

They, my friends, are positive vibes to make me catch the rainbow after the rain.

I just love to observe my friends' family,
To learn love
To learn to love
To learn to be loved.

Being me who feels herself is unlovable is a struggle.

Thank you, my friends.