Friendships is the hardest thing in the world to explain.
It's not
something you learn in school.
But if you haven't learned the meaning of
friendships, you really haven't learned anything.
I've learned anything
about friendship, it's to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and
let them fight for you.
Don't walk away, don't be distracted, don't be
too busy or tired, don't take them for granted.
Friends are part of the
glue that holds life and faith together.
Powerful stuff.
Well, it seems
to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently
the ones that are rooted in friendship.
You know, one day you look at
the person and you see something more than you did the night before.
Like a switch has been flicked somewhere.
And the person who was just a
friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself
with.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the
most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving
advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and
touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
The friend who can be
silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us
in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not
curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness.
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♥, acipa