Turning tables

I knew he was rather the risk taker from the moment I shook hands with him. He told me his story and I still can't manage to categorize it. Was it sad, or happy,or miraculous that after everything he went through he was still in his right mind. I still find it amazing how other people, people that are complete strangers, may at times show you the answers you looked so hard for.I learned that day that sometimes you have to stop fighting the tide and surrender yourself to the numerous opportunities that come your way.
You told me your story. Now I want to tell you how it felt listening to it. You told me how lost you were and I, with my selfishness, thought about how I often times feel like fading in the blackness. You spoke about the pain of losing a loved one but how can I know what it is, when I have never been loved... You showed me the place in your soul where there was nothing but a hole, wide open, more hideous and crooked than an open flesh wound could ever be. And for a beautiful moment I stopped thinking, I stopped looking inwards to my tortured pretend to-be-problems. You helped me. Won't that stop the big black hole inside of you form widening?
Since when did someone else's suffering become so real? Or is it like that only for me? No! I will stop turning everything into a personal issue! That was what you made me promise. And I tend to keep my promises. You told me one last thing, before you went back to your exile. Do you remember? You told me that we are all together in our loneliness. And since that day I've never felt lonely again. So know I want to help you,my miserable friend! If we are all together in the happiness, if we're all together in the loneliness...then you were never alone! Want it or not, you never will be!