Tell me if you feel the same.
My closest friend I could say. He has been lingering with me at the times of my loudest laughter and at times of my deepest sorrow. I don't call him at all; he just appears there as if he knows that I need him at that very moment. Sometimes, I stop him at the very genesis of his appearance and deny him from getting close to me. Even at those times I know for certain that he is there for me. He is not a strong big person but a feeble person possessing the firm warmth of consolation. With him your heart feels light, very light. He may let you all blurred out in his company but when he leaves he takes the weight off your shoulder. I know when I turn for help, only he will be there waiting for me in my own eye, to comfort me always.
My dear tear, are you a silent way of God saying I'm here…
