Invisible String ._.

It has always been easy for us to fight back, to end up relationships, to throw nasty opinions, to accuse somebody, to be not overly sensitive with other’s feelings… all these and all that…

But not in the case of good old friends.

This is what I noticed of my friend.

No matter how serious his sentiments are concerning his friend, in the midst of heightened anger and disappointments, he couldn’t just easily confront and leave her and take her for granted… he will always try to extend a hand to understand… at the very least… he would always wanted to be a friend…  There is always an open passage where they could meet and discuss petty arguments.

Each of them is afraid to lose one another.  In each of their known strengths lies a weakness that’s known to both of them. The Gift of One Self.

The presence of one suffice the absence of whatever it is. 
Nobody is strong enough to face the sentiments of a friend…

There is always a special language in friendship, that even in silence, true friends can understand.  Isn’t it that a look in a friend’s eyes, can easily determine if she’s happy or not.

That’s the privilege…

Don’t waste it.

When you leave a friend… you’re leaving home… 

FRIENDSHIP…. the invisible string that binds the hearts of friends…