Actually I don’t like to tell a sad ending story but that is a part of my life in reality. I learned a lot from it and always ready for any consequences that might happens. Friends kill my loneliness by being always there with me with their support and joke. They always there when needed. I believe they always they’re always there for me. They’re those who understand us, worried to death with us, those who live together with us in ups and downs of life, those who laugh in tears, those who won’t leave us even though they miss the flight, those who rather hungry waiting for us to join them for lunch or dinner, those who defends us and deaf their ears when others talk bad about us, those who ‘kill our enemy’, our problems, our doubt and our loneliness rather then seeing us die in dullness. They come before we ask them to, remind us to take our medicine when we’re sick, called us when we missed them, never question for reasons when we asked for help, texting (sms) us when we’re coming, scold us when we make stupid decision, and assure us when we re unsure of it.
They can be our motivators, our doctors when we’re sick, our teachers when we’re lost, our brothers and sisters when we have none, our drivers when we’re coming for an interview at unknown places, our shelters when we’re stranded, our lawyers when we’re accused / sued, our bodyguards from dangers, our kevlars from shot and our die hard fan supporters even though we played against their team…(you can add yours)
So what else do we expect from a FRIEND? They’re not perfect and so do us. It’s the imperfects make them able to do that. We’re not perfect but we’re able to do it.
They can be our motivators, our doctors when we’re sick, our teachers when we’re lost, our brothers and sisters when we have none, our drivers when we’re coming for an interview at unknown places, our shelters when we’re stranded, our lawyers when we’re accused / sued, our bodyguards from dangers, our kevlars from shot and our die hard fan supporters even though we played against their team…(you can add yours)
So what else do we expect from a FRIEND? They’re not perfect and so do us. It’s the imperfects make them able to do that. We’re not perfect but we’re able to do it.
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