friendship day


When someone says something and you are able to reply without thinking, worrying about your words, about what they might think, worrying about what you said afterwards, you maybe beginning to make a friend.

When you find something beautiful in the world and you want to share with someone, that friendship maybe growing.

And when your heart is heavy and you are ready to share to get some solace without worrying about it burdening someone else, that friendship may be strong to withstand it.

When you describe someone and goes on and on about them and finally realize how much you love them, then the friendship is deep.


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