Friends are different, I told you. We don't have to meet every day, week, month, year, or decade, and nothing would change.
And then there comes a time when I need someone to listen, to whom I can tell things I don't tell myself.
That's when my mind turns to you, a friend whose ears never tire of my incessant what-ifs, maybes and what-abouts, whose words never judge, or criticise, or direct.
What if? Maybe...? What about? But ...
And you just listen and listen and listen while I dump everything on my mind on you. From amid the debris of jumbled words and incoherent thoughts you always manage to string together a pearl of what I was trying to show myself but couldn't find.
And through the what-ifs and buts you stand stoic, not on my side, not against me, but solidly close enough for me to lean against should I need to.
And even when I do need to lean against your strength once in a while, you manage to help build one for myself.
I am thankful for you.
And then there comes a time when I need someone to listen, to whom I can tell things I don't tell myself.
That's when my mind turns to you, a friend whose ears never tire of my incessant what-ifs, maybes and what-abouts, whose words never judge, or criticise, or direct.
What if? Maybe...? What about? But ...
And you just listen and listen and listen while I dump everything on my mind on you. From amid the debris of jumbled words and incoherent thoughts you always manage to string together a pearl of what I was trying to show myself but couldn't find.
And through the what-ifs and buts you stand stoic, not on my side, not against me, but solidly close enough for me to lean against should I need to.
And even when I do need to lean against your strength once in a while, you manage to help build one for myself.
I am thankful for you.
