Real

"If it's not real, you can't hold it in your hand, 

You can't feel it with your heart.And I won't believe it. 

But if it's true, you can see it with your eyes 

Oh even in the dark.And that's where I want to be." 

             -Brick by Boring Brick 

Real.

It is existent.

It can be intangible. It can be corporeal.

But when I say real friends, I mean the kind

that is tangible, voluntary, and constant.

I only have one measure to quantify that my efforts

of bringing myself here is futile.

And that is if, even just for a minute or a second,

I would feel solitary and melancholic.

So far, I believe I have made

one of the most practical decisions of my life.

It was a wise move to relocate myself.

Maybe because I found a real friend here--

the kind that is tangible, voluntary, and constant,

And yes, not necessarily romantic.