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It is by choice we met, by choice we became friends. Friendship is a strange thing We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of our lives Things we dont even share with our families who raised us But what is a friend? A confident? A lover? A fellow email junkie? A shoulder to cry on? An ear to listen? A heart to feel? A friend is all these things and more No matter where we met I call you a friend A word so small, yet so large in feeling A word filled with emotion
Friendships forged are a construct stronger than steel, built as a foundation necessary for life and necessary for love Friends you and me you brought another friend and then there were three we started our group our circle of friends and like that circle Theres no befinning or end.
A part of me is put into my friends Some it is my humor, some of it my listening ear, some it is my real life experiences, some it is my romanticism but with all, it is my friendship
It is true, great things come in small packages Once the package of friendship is opened, it can never be closed It is a constant book always written Waiting to be read and enhoyed we may have our disagreements we may argue we may concern one another Friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all.
