I was never the best of friend makers.
I was of few friends, a mystery to unfold. It hurt to see how easily others made friends and I didn't. I held secrets behind my eyes, I kept my thoughts to myself.
I was a lone star.
Barely glistening in a sparkling sky. I found myself hidden behind a barrier that never existed.
Until the day I grew up.
I found my value. I found my worth. I found the truth behind friends. And I understood that I wasnt hard to make friends with.
I was wise, though I knew it not.
I watched I listened, and I judged. Friends are many, but true friends are eternal. I didn't make friends.
I made best friends.
Friends I could trust in no matter what. Friends who would stick by me through thick and thin. Friends I could call almost family. Special, but rare.
My heart isn't cold, or hard, or lonely.
It's shattered in a hundred pieces, given to the ones who are worthy for my respect, my love, my honor, my friendship.
Happy Friendship Day!
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