I wonder what it takes to truly be a friend? 2 am phone calls, muttering "uhuh" to the drunken person at the other end. Dropping everything as you rush to wipe away endless tears. Laughing at all the stupid things one may say, Lending out your clothes or better yet giving them away. Or maybe it could be the way your eyes really seem to listen, The way your heart really seems to care, The way you always know exactly the right thing to say, Or just the way you hold me when words aren't enough. Did I ever say Thank you? Even just once. For being my guide, For showing me what true friendship means. For staying so close despite all the miles between. Incase I failed to make it clear, Thank you so much for being there, For taking the time to learn who I am, Thank you so much for staying by my side, For loving me and being a true friend. Thank you so much... For being my Angel time and time again.
Reason for writing:
my best friend, Angel, who's all the way in Texas. These words really don't do justice in saying what she means to me.
Birth sign: Gemini
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