Last night I realized something. I’ve had only 4 true friends in my lifetime. A friend is someone you trust with anything and everything. A friend is someone who you can rely on to save your life and a best friend is someone who would risk their life for yours. I rarely call anyone a friend because the word has a lot of meaning to me and throwing it around dilutes the true value of it.
How do I know who my true friends are? Because only 4 people in my life that weren’t family have seen me cry. Four people have given me a strong hug, rubbed my back and held me in their arms while I cried. Each of those 4 people are those that I would give anything for and they would be there for me as well.
Of course, it’s not one-sided either. I’ve also held these 4 people as they’ve cried as well and sometimes it was mutual because sometimes, the only way you truly know someone is when you’ve embraced at the moment when you’re both at your weakest.
I find talking with a friend after crying 100 times more enriching than casual pillow talk after sex. With sex, you are showing your best features, posing, flexing and showing off. Tears are always hidden from the world and you each gain an understanding of what you mean to the other person with tears pouring down your face.
To that very small group of 4 out of the thousands of people that I’ve met in my life, you all are my true friends and I will be there for you no matter what always and forever. Thank you for everything.
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