Friendship is a strange thing....

We find ourselves telling each other the deepest details of
our lives...

Things we don't even share with our families who raised us...

But what is a friend? A confidant? A lover? A fellow email junkie? A shoulder to
cry on? an ear to listen? a heart to feel?...

A friend is all these
things...and more.

No matter where we met, .... I call you friend.

A word so small...yet so large in feeling...a word filled with emotion.

It is true great things come in small packages. Once the package of
friendship has been opened, it can never be closed...

It is a constant book
always written...waiting to be read... and enjoyed.

We may have our
disagreements...we may argue... we may concern one another...friendship is a
unique bond that lasts through it all....

A part of me is put into my friends...some it is my humor... some it is my
listening ear... some it is real life experiences... some it is my
romanticism...but with all, it is friendship.

Friendships forged are a construct stronger than steel built as a
foundation....necessary for life... and necessary for love.

Friends...you and me... you brought another friend.. and then there were 3... we started our group... Our circle of friends... and like that circle... there is no
beginning or end...


~~author unknown~~