It’s a beautiful thing.
I know that it may sometimes seem like I have no friends at all, but I really do. And when I remember that, or you know, when they (as friends do) pop up into the internet browser that seems to be my life and tug me slowly back into the real world, it’s good for me. Very good for me.
True friends are sometimes hard to find, but I’ve come to realize that I’ve been gifted with a few of my own. True friends. . . The ones who always have your back, no matter what, the ones who listen to your sobstories and rants, and even read your angsty depressing poetry. The ones who tell you when to smarten up, and when to dumb down. They love you, like a sister or a brother. They understand you more than your parents, your teachers, and even your psychiatrist (if you’ve got one of those). They hear you. They do more than just listen, they comprehend, and they don’t judge, unless someone needs to.
I thank God for my friends. I don’t know what I’d do without them, don’t know where I’d be. They’re my lifeline, an anchor in stormy seas. I can only hope that, someday, I can be for somebody else what they have been for me.
This one’s for Ruth, Mehala, Jas and Heidi. Love you guys.