Truth?

So I went to bed, really early. I fell asleep but was woken by the phone and then I was awake. Thoughts running in my head, remains of a conversation still in my mind. How your own truth is percieved by other people, people who are close to you and have been there through the bad times, but still think that your life has been like a big parade, with song, dance and childrens laughter everyday.
It makes me think and reavulate even though I dont really want to reavulate, to get confirmation of what you deep in your subconcius have known, but was quite happy to ignore and live in naive bliss.

Relations are hard, and maybe it was me who wasnt honest, maybe I was secretive and didnt share my feelings and emotions when I should have done so, maybe when I needed it the most?
Again, I count my blessings and am grateful for the people who know me, really know me. But I realise that maybe it isnt the ones who I thought knew me better than I know myself, but instead it is the others, who has been an equally big part of my life but not in the same way.
It is the ones whose own truth lies parallell with my own, that came so close to me, that we had to step away from each other for a short while, before we could light the friendship fire once again.
And now we know that it will never fade, and it doesnt matter where in the world we are. Our friendship is solid.
And we know each others truth, and accept it for what it is and for the persons it has turned us into.
And that is fine, dont want it any other way.