I am always amazed at the many different types of love that we, as humans, possess. Take for instance the love of a friend. Not just any friend either, but a best friend. The sort of friend that is always there for you and doesn’t mind when you don’t fix your hair or put on real clothes.
The love that we have for our friends is amazing. We stumble through these crazy lives of ours, trying to figure out our place in all of the madness around us, and then we find someone who makes us laugh. When we find someone who can make us laugh we decide if we want them to know our stories.
Friends are people that we don’t have to love, if that makes any sense at all. If we become angry with them, they can very easily walk out of our lives and never return. We still love them regardless, even though we understand the risk of letting them into our lives. By loving them, we give them the potential to leave us devastated should something go wrong. While we have them in our lives, we have something solid to lean on. We have a barrier between us and the outside world. But when they leave, and everyone leaves eventually, we are right back where we started. We take to stumbling through life again, because we no longer have that second pair of feet to help us through the murkier parts of existence. Dark days become darker, and light days seem dimmed.
We don’t always choose to lose those who matter to us. Sometimes they are taken away from us by the mysterious workings of death. Sometimes distance proves to be too big of an obstacle to surmount. With every scenario comes a different and separate type of pain.
No matter how heartbroken we are when we are separated, true friends are one of the greatest parts of life.
Peace, love, and Pimp Daddy (you know who you are),
Sara
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