You never know if you should follow your heart or your mind because they’re at two very different places taking you to two opposite directions.
While you were a friend of convenience, these people actually mattered to you. You wanted them to be happy.
Because you need someone who’s going to fight like hell for you.
If he’s a douche. They also just know, even if he has the biggest smile on his face, they can tell if he’s not genuine and if he’s just playing you.
“It’s okay to be friendless every once in a while.”
She’ll say things like “You know that guy who I said has a big dick but is weird…” “I lost a lot of things last time—myself and my phone” or “in retrospect I would marry him” and you’ll ask yourself why you ever hang out with anyone else.
I always believed that friendship is resilient. That in the changes, we would still find comfort on one another’s shoulders.
It doesn’t matter the sex of your friend, the race, the background, the history, the time frame, or even the age—a best friend is a best friend because of the way you shape and mold and blend into one another’s lives.
When you were younger everything felt good and it felt safe, like you’d never have to think about living a day without each other. You thought you’d be inseparable, you naïvely thought things would never change, but maybe that’s just because you tried so hard to block out the reality you knew was coming.
You are the backbone to all of the experiences I’ve had.
You’ve been there for all of the good and all of the bad,
but I don’t nearly spend enough time composing literature about you.