For a very long time I was a loner by nature... I still am to an extint, I'm very much an introvert, you see. But for the longest time, this particular poem served as a sort of personal motto, because I only ever had a few very close friends. I was very happy. Then, as time went on, I found myself with more people in my life, many of whom I called friends.
Friendship, however, is a very tricky word to define; it means something competely different to everybody who uses it. After a while, the heart gets a little weary. Maybe it's just time for a rest.
by Sara Teasdale
Four people knew the very me,
Four is enough, so let it be;
For the rest I make no chart,
There are no highroads to my heart;
The gates are locked, they will not stir
For any ardent traveler.
And on the whole, I think life good--
So waste no sympathy on me
Or any well-meant gallantry;
I have enough to do to muse
On memories I would not lose.