Me, Myself and They

Well you might call this a selfish blog. So it is- a selfish blog in its literal meaning. It's about me, just me. I am an individual whom I know the best in this whole world. I am the only person who is no way a stranger to myself. I know what all I have done, what I want to happen to myself, what I have experienced and what I don't want to face. There is no secret to keep, no sin to hide, no happiness to be shared, no sorrow untold. I know everything about myself.
Sounds so weird to me. Do I actually know this person so well! Is it that there is nothing that I don't know about myself. Well I was thinking about this one lazy afternoon. And then I decided to say it aloud. And while I was thinking I was wholly surprised to discover this new person- "Myself"! I have been "Me" for a long time. And I thought I had many people so close to me all the time. But I just missed this individual-"Myself". This entity is my closest relative. "Myself" is not "me". She is different from "me". She knows "me" very well, knows "me" the best in other words! She is always accompanying "me" in what ever I do, irrespective of whether it's good or bad. She discusses with me about what I should do and what I should not. She never stops me though. Just accompanies like a silent friend both when I am working hard for my career or when I am flirting with a guy. She stays beside me when I am attentive in class and also when am engrossed in my boyfriend. She sits beside me when I am sick and tells me that I'll get better soon and she stands beside me when I am getting wet in rain to let me know that I'll catch cold in no time. And when I cry, she also cries. And when I laugh, she laughs louder! She's closer than my shadow and yet I can't see her. I know when I am writing this, she's just beside me and reading it. And she's thinking the same that she can't see me. What an irony. Whatever I am thinking, she's thinking the same. She's just like me, but she's not "me".
She's not "me" because I think she's different. I want her to exist separately. And since I think like this, she's also thinking the same and so we are different. We are two entities who are yet same to "them". "They" think we are same. They can't see her, or maybe they can't see me. Maybe whom you can see is "myself" and not "me". Maybe the girl you talk regularly to and have fun with is not the actual person. She's the closest friend to that person whom you think you know. But you won't feel she's someone else, as she's my closest friend. And she never let's me alone. That is why she exists. So that neither "me" nor her is ever alone. I am with her whenever she needs me and she's with me whenever the world isolates me. But there's one thing I want to be different between us. I want her to be immortal. After I die, she should live on. She will be alone, I know, but still she'll have to take care of some people who will need "me". It is for this reason I want her to be there. She'll face a harder time then I know. But I don't want to leave the world entirely at one go. I want her to live on for some more time as long as someone needs me. After my requirement is over, we can reunite again. And you never know we'll be back together. And then maybe she'll be the better half- whom people can see, and I'll live in the invisible mode! No more to write, expect a similar blog from her then!