It seems like a dumb question, but it's one I've pondered from time to time, and occasionally worried about a lot: Am I anyone's favorite person? Another way of looking at it is: Am I anyone's best friend? Despite my desires, for almost my entire life, I think the answer is, probably no. Except for the few times when I'm in love with someone, and then it seems like it's possible. Maybe forlorn was a good name to choose, and I even chose it back when I was in love. I guess it's all my fault.
So, what do you think? Am I one of your favorite persons? Do you have a best friend? Does it really mater?
What's real friendship? What's real love? What really matters? What's real?
I ask myself these type of questions all the time. Maybe you should ask yourself, once in a while, as well. People tend to talk about things like they know something for certain. From what I can see, people know squat!
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