My relationships have been such. I have always remembered my brother asking me, why is that I never have friends who are permanent? Who are always around? I guess my façade of intelligence and strength amazes them and draws them close. But later when they learn about the person in me it drives them away.
All through my life, I have learned to wear different masks. One for my mother, one for my father, my brother, my school, my friends, my teachers… I guess everyone does. But the problem with my masks was, just the face masks were not good enough, I have to do the act that goes with it. So essentially I could be schizophrenic. But deep down inside, I am the person I am and the one person, who understood it, isn’t with me anymore.
Times like this makes me miss this person more and more and maybe time only has the answer to a lot of my questions.
I wait.
