Friend

It is by chance 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 don't even share with our families who raised us.But what is a friend? A confidant? A lover?A fellow email junkie? A shoulder to cry on?An ear to listen? A heart to feel?A friend is all this things..and more.No matter where we meet, I call you friend.A word so small yet so large in feeling, a word filled with emotion.It is true great things come in small packages.Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed.It is a constant book always written, waiting to be read and enjoyed.We may have our disagreements, we may argue, we may concern one another,friendship is a unique bond that lasts through it all.A part of me is put into my friends, some it is my humor,some it is my listening ear, some it is real experiences,some it is my romanticism but with it all, it is friendship.Friendships forged are a construct stronger than steel built as a foundation,necessary for life and necessary for love.Friends....you and meYou brought another friend and then there were 3.We started our groupOur circle of friends and like that circleThere is no beginning or end....

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