Begining of something new

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”  ― Mark Twain

He was bullied. He was teased. He was called names. He was alone. had no friends. All his so called chums had let him down. He was not satisfied. He started having trust issues. He was like me in many ways.

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I met him on the first day of my new school. He was sitting there quietly, talking to no one. I was told he is one weird guy. But I dint take notice of their recommendations. I went up to him and sat next to him. Clearly there was this tinge of sadness in his eyes. But he smiled and shook hands with me. He seemed to be a nice boy. I dint see any harm in talking to him.

By the end of April we became better friends. I realized he's more of an introvert. But before long he started opening up a bit with me. True he had another friend and we three made a fabulous trio. But he somehow trusted me more. He told me all about his life. He told me how just a few months from then he had lost the people he thought to be friends. How they had turned against him and cheated him.

In May just before summer break our trio had some conflicts between him and our other friend. I resolved it. At least I helped. He was ever so thankful to me. He just couldn't bare the fact that he might just loose another friend. 

We became best friends. He helped me through many tough situations and I helped him too.

There was just this thing which clicked when we met for the first time. I don't know how I'm able to understand him and his psychology so well but I just can. Maybe because my past is so similar with that of his. 

And now we are like two crazy twins. I have never had too many friends. But all my best friends are just like my other halves. I am so thankful to all my lovely friends.