A Strength from their Affection

I hugged my knees as I my tears streamed down my face. My small room turned into a space as large as oblivion, and everything around me appeared vacant and still. It was a problem that tortured me. At that moment, I didn’t know what to do, except to hug my knees and and cry.

Being as introvert as I always am, this is the first and the last thing I do when something painful happens to me. I know this burden can be lifted once I shared it to someone, but it is something that I refuse to do. I never know how to deal with it, except to keep it with myself.

On the other hand, I survived such moments thanks to my friends. Their companion is enough to keep me going. Their simple way of affection means that they are here, a sign of friendship that I value most.

There were those days when my friends pat me on my back when they I couldn’t make put my head up. And there were squeezes in my hand to remind me that despite my introvert personality, despite my silence, they could feel my sadness, and that would be their way to show me how much they care.

I once read from a magazine that touch is a form of therapy. And the affection I received from my friends is a fact that supports this statement. I don’t know if I someday, I could directly tell them what i really feel, or find a way to cope with something that hurts me. But, as long as I have their affection, I don’t think I’ll be down and mope for a long time. As I said, their companionship, especially their affection is enough to keep me going.