The unspoken bond it is, the constant availability, the relentless promise that is in friendship ... A concise definition, that summons reality to the surface. For friends, you might see them each and every day, once a year maybe, or less. Or, you might hardly see them, but you constantly keep in touch by phone, email, or online. Friends might come and go (sad reality), they might make you laugh and cry, but most importantly of all, they love you for who you are. I have come to believe that it doesn’t matter what a person looks like or what kind of clothes they put on. It’s what is inside of them that counts and your friends should no doubt, know that about you. Likewise, having friends means you've got a specific responsibility. Respect, reciprocate and love! Question, do you remember who your childhood friend was? Do they appear to exist, or, do they seem to be like figments, fragile pieces of memory that crumbles when you turn it in your head? It is a possibi
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