Less expressive they can be, the men can be, we can be. They can be mean, harsh and the worst they can be; however, they too can be friendly, caring and loving, the best we can ever imagine. We may not show who we are in front of the unknowns but we definitely wouldn’t mind sharing the stories with someone we care for, someone we feel comfortable with, someone we want to talk to; be it bunch of good friends or family. Times where we not know how and what to do in order to prove that we care, to tell the others we share, to show that they are somebody to us; one who says to befriend with another because that particular person has a car and coincidently they work under the same company, a friend who rates himself as the worst friend ever due to the reason that he made several people cried and causes uneasiness whenever he raises the voice, a brother who always refuses to help when a favor is asked and never once he doesn’t do his best in order to cheer the sister up. They try their very best to help the friends they want to help, being harsh if it is necessary to wake a person up from the unbeneficial dreams or simply stay close by in case anything happens; they are those who care for the people around and yet never want to admit it, or perhaps they are simply shy. Whenever a comment is given, that they are actually quite close to a person, to a friend, a smile would be lifted on the faces, denying it, with the word “yes” being carved on the foreheads. How lovely they can be.
