You love your friends, not
because of who they are, but because how they make you feel, the effect they
have on you but I suppose you love them also because who they are. But without
some effect on your life, you wouldn’t have them as a friend or love them. Whether
it is because they make you feel needed, you need them, they are the joker, the
one that listens. You forgive them when they hurt you, chance after chance even
though you know your heart will break again. Trust against your better
judgement. These friendships are those complex ones you never want to let go
of, even when no one else understands it.
The most unusual work of the
heart has to be that of those you fall in love with. You go to sleep and wake
up in love. You see that friend you have known for a life time in a different
light. Your heart flutters at the thought of them, you imagine a kiss, a touch
of hands, what the rest of your life together will be like and you imagine life
without them. Being so in love with person that person it is painful.
Love is so much more complex, you
want to share when you are in love, love and care but when you are broken, and
in pain and hate you don’t want to share. The heart can make you either the
happiest person on the planet or can make you the darkest person in the world.
We forget that in those times of
darkness that we have those around us, those who would happily help, in their
own unusual or usual way. That when you are at your happiest there are others
out there, your friends and family that are in a dark place, share your light,
your happiness like you once needed and will need again.
The most vital, fragile, complex
and strong muscle in the body, who knew it!
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