Friendship

Who are our friends?

What do we do to keep them close? Do we tell them our problems? Do we tell them our fears? Do we tell them our joys? Do we let them see just glimpses of our lives? What do we share?

Do we have time for our friends? Do we have time for our families? Or do we have time just for us and our lovers? How much time do we share?

Do we want them to be forever there for us? What will happen if we forget to speak with them? If in a moment or the other we are not in the mood for them? If we don’t answer? If we forget to return their calls? Will they still be our friends? Will they still know who we are now? Will they be our friends because of whom we are or because of whom we have been some other time, when they still understood us?

Friendship. Such a beautiful word. Such a beautiful thing. So difficult to get, so easy to loose. And yet, so many times a friendship is forever. A bridge from pieces of our souls, which can never be broken. But is it a bridge from the present or a bridge from the past?

Friends, lovers, family. Something yesterday, something today. And who knows what will be tomorrow? The bridges are here to last forever. It depends only of us.

And we will never be alone.