Reality check (yet again)

So my best friends turn out to be (in no specific order):

a waiter from my fav café;

a German girl I met in Padova a year ago at a 30 Seconds To Mars concert;

a former best friend I cut ties with some time ago but resumed friendship with recently.

Why these people? Because they care. Or so it seems which is good enough for me. Who can tell what's real? I can't read people's minds. People's actions (and inactions), however, speak for themselves loud and clear and it would be stupid of me not to listen.

" I must go where I'm invited or I shall be too lonely." Sadly that sentence pops in my mind too often.