A Friend


Just found some photo stocks under my December archives... Made me remember of a particular afternoon with my old friend. It's a nice thing to notice every once in a while - that we have friends, regardless of their numbers (yes, even one), and that we still could recall some past memories we shared with them. To know that we can count on them, run to them, cry over them, and still feeling loved. Acceptance. Laughter. Silent gestures. Friendship. The world isn't that lonely anymore.