The Friend Page Continued
I realized that on my Friends Page, I had nothing but pictures. A picture is worth a thousand words, and Ive got lots, so here are my words. And some from some other people too.
I know I've written this a bazillion other places, but I can't help but write it again, because I can never stop thinking about it. I love you guys so much. So much that my eyes tear when I'm writing this, and I havent even written anything sad yet. I dont know where I'd be without all of you. Even with all the dumb, little fights and short time we werent talking to each other for whatever crazy reason. You all have always always been there for me, whenever I need it. And not just you, but when your family offer to help, thats definately the most amazing part of it all. You, just being yourself, are the best thing in the world, and the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love the late nights on the phone, talking about nothing and anything, the sleepovers, the movies, and the fact that I can call you guys up while I'm freaking out because I made myself look like an idiot. I love that you know that I can sit and talk about the same subject for nine hours strait, and you're actually willing to listen. I love that you guys don't think I'm crazy because I do stupid crap, like burn myself and get stuck in my belt. I love that I can tell you anything in the world and it won't matter, and you won't think any less of me when I do something stupid. I love that you all make me eat, even when I really aren't hungry, and I love that you can tell exactly when I going to cry, and what mood I'm in. And I love the fact that you'll tell me when I did something stupid. And then you smack me. But thank you, I probly deserved it. But anyways, I love you guys and I don't know where I'd be without all of you.
If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the bottom to catch them. Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends, listen to what you don't say. We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.
Beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, its what you do in the middle that counts the most.
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 us with the reality of our powerlessness. That is the friend who cares
In loneliness, in sickness, in confusion-the mere knowledge of friendship makes it possible to endure, even if the friend is powerless to help. It is enough that they exist. Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is in these things that it roots most deeply. It is from these things that it flowers
A friend is there before you know it, to lend a hand before you ask it, and give you love just when you need it most.
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