Deer Diary milk,
Some months ago I commented on the post of yq pulse, and a girl replied. I was an introvert and overthinker. We started having chat, long ones, one that I almost never had before. They were full of masti and silliness, there was no particular topic, we chated mindlessly, just like a child would. I would tease her, she would get angry and then she would smile, ah! they greatest thing I could do, and I would be relived, I would smile with her, a stranger.
She talked to me in my hard times. She held my hands, she hugged me tightly, she showered all the love she can. She was still a stranger, but I didn't ever felt it. Maybe her heart was too big, she let me in. She let me stay, she provided food, and I teased her in return, still she let me stay, her heart was big and full of love.
But she is a biased sister (I didn't knew when she became my lovely sister). She is biased, she can say sorry but I can't, she can wipe my tears she can hold a tissue for me but I can't, she can place me in priority but she won't stay if I wish. She is biased, still I love her, but I don't like her being biased.
#testimonialhues
