So once again I am sitting in the computer lab at uni, thinking about my life.
Well, actually, I was reading through a long forum post.
Actually, it was a series of posts and none of them were particularly long.
The point is that I am sitting here and I am now thinking about things.
I’m thinking about friendships and having a friend that you’ve known for a long time.
I’m thinking of knowing a friend for so long and being through enough with them that, despite getting annoyed and angry with them from time to time, you still genuinely love them dearly as you know that they are worth, more than the time you are able to give them.
When I think of one particular friend, I think of these things. I think of him seeing me at some of my lowest points and I think of him seeing me at some of my best.
I think of some of the stupid things that I’ve done and how I’m completely comfortable with doing those stupid things with him.
I also think about how at times he’s more like family to me than my own family.
There’s certain ways that you can only open up to with certain people, and I’d say that this particular friend is certainly one of them.
Some friendships go through struggles and that’s fine, so long as you bounce back and keep on being friends. I don’t know if we are going through a struggle right now, but if we are, I can only hope that we do indeed come back together with a friendship stronger than before.
I don’t really know what I’m writing here. I guess I’m saying that I miss my friend, despite it not being that long since we last spoke.
It feels weird to have a sense of tension there, as I don’t know if I’m imagining it or if it is indeed real.
Either way, my friend is still my friend and I would much rather prefer to be doing things with him.
I guess what I’m saying here is that a close friendship is a very precious thing and there’s only a few people you will meet in your life that get you and are genuine. Cherish those people, as just like my friend, they are more than worth the time.