They disappoint and then they let go.
They come back and give you a hug as if nothing has ever been over.
you don't speak to them or see them for a week
or half a year
and then when you get back together it's like time was never an issue.
Time can be non-existent when it comes to friends.
Love can be permanent.
Hugs can be endless
silences can be the most comfortable place you have ever been in.
Friends are there to be forgiven, always.
The process may take a while
but in the end you always reach the island of forgiveness
You have no choice, really.
They are there to be shouted at
laughed with till you get so many cramps in your tummy it feels like you're dying.
Friends are there to be missed.
And the pain reaches the kind of pain you feel when your heart has been broken
and torn to pieces
and chewed on
then spit out and
thrown onto the streets only to be run over by a truck.
It hurts more to miss a friend than to get over seven lost loves.
It feels so good to see your friend again, even if you last saw her two hours ago.
To hug each other like it's been forever, or to hug each other just because you can.
Friends will never leave, and if they do
they have never been true friends to you.
Or they have been only a friend for a part of your life.
The good ones, the real ones, the permanent ones stick on you like glue.
Make you hate them but love them at the same time.
I don't have many of those friends, maybe countable on only one hand.
But that is what makes it so powerful.
They never come in large numbers, which is why they are there to be treasured.
They are there to enjoy every second of
every minute of every moment spent with them.
Friends aren't just friends.
Flowers that never die.
The lucky charm in your pocket when you're about to do something nerve-wrecking.
The Buddha belly you rub when you need something good to happen.
The big stuffed bear you hug when all you need is something to hold.
You are the cherry to my pie.
The marshmallow to my hot chocolate.
The earphone to my i-pod.
The pen to my diary.
The sugar to my tea,
the cookie to my ice-cream.