“Hi, it’s me”

As I age, fewer people say that when calling me.

The closest ones I have and that I love and care about, and can be sure that love me back and care about me.

Having lost a dear friend a few years ago, made me realize this more and more.

I have been alone all my life, and I am afraid I have become too good at it.

But what kept me strong all this time, were the “Hi, it’s me” calls. They make me feel connected to the world. I am a better me because those people exist.

I recently started fearing they will all end one day and there is nothing I can do about it.

I hope there is something to be done about.

That would make me another me, not even a trace of who I am now.