Interesting, or strange, that there are certain people you wouldn't mind calling up randomly to have a conversation about anything with, but there are others you just wouldn't talk to them about some topics. What I find strange is, in my mind, I consider them all really good friends. I can talk to them easily; I want to see them; if I have something to tell them, I want to text them or leave a random message; I want to hear from them, anything; I want to listen to their life. But there are individuals I want to be open about anything with, and there are individuals I end up not saying everything on my mind to.
These aren't the people whom a "hi" and smile, and maybe a short conversation, would suffice. These aren't the people whom I'd talk to just to [attempt to] make a conversation with.
These are the people I genuinely get excited and hyped up to meet if there is a chance. These are the people I smile widely and squeal (to myself if I can suppress it enough) when I get a correspondence from, whether it's a letter, a text, a wall message, an e-mail, or a call.
Yet even among these precious people to me, I hold back. Why is that?
So strange.
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