Nothing quite compares to that note you find slipped into your bag, or the email sent when they were thinking of you and signed with "love," before their name. All the jokes and adventures and conversations and packed lunches shared. They steal a sip of your coffee and you don't mind, not a bit, because what's yours is theirs. The late night phone calls are unforgettable, the moments of honesty a flawed perfection. When you've fought with them, and they come to apologize first, even when it was you who should be apologizing,
that's when you feel undeserving.
The sleepovers, confessions, tears. You can cry in front of them and know you're not just being dramatic. When you've had a rough day and they don't try to fix it like a mom would. They just sit with you, and listen.
No, it's not always easy. It usually feels like all it is is blood, sweat, and tears. Sometimes you find yourself wondering why you're friends at all, why you put up with this, why you've chosen this at all.
Then, in their moments of brilliance and love,
you remember why.
And friendship is something to fight for. Not to be easily lost or cast aside.That is why betrayal is one of the most painful experiences on earth.
I'm so blessed to have a handful of close friends who love me and have stuck by my side.
I've found that there is nothing like a full, deep friendship. It's like a window, light streaming in. Framed in imperfections. Maybe the glass is cracked, maybe there are fingerprints all over making it hard to see out. Yet, it reminds. Of what's to come. . . the day when there will be no more tears. The day when every relationship will be perfect. When the fellowship will never end. What it's like to stand in the presence of the one you love, and who loves you back. Endlessly. Unconditionally.
I call you in the middle of the night, when I'm scared, and you answer the phone. You answer. You hear.
And you pray for me, right then and there.
That's when
I don't feel alone anymore.
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