You know, we all have friends. Most of us have people in our lives we call friends. And yet, friends is such an all-encompassing word or term. I'm quick to make friends. And I'm quick to include someone as my friend.
But let's cut to the chase. There are friends. And then there are friends. Real friends. True friends. Laugh with you out loud at you because you are just so real with each other. Make you grin from ear to ear just because you start to realize how special they are friends. Like you find yourself smiling to yourself or laughing at an inside joke even when it's just you and it's all because of your friend.
I love those friends. Love them. Can't live without friends like those. Which then begs the question: whichout such friends, is one truly living?
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