For without little Brenda, I would be lost in a wood. Tortured by darkness, and sorrowed by fear. The true anger turned outwards, I am on the right side of the mirror. And I like the figure that stands before me. Most of all, the reaching of an agreement as to what each person needs from the other in terms of boundaries, honesty and trust.
Friendship is eternal.
It doesn't disappear, it doesn't hop on trains to other destinations when times get tough, and it doesn't step over you on its way out the door. Rather friendship allows for the extending of one's hand without conditions the warm blanket to comfort a crying child on a cold floor the ability not to walk on eggshells and speak freely without fearing the pain that one's words may cause. Friendship is about taking the necessary risks for survival. After all I believe that life is much easier with long-time companions to embrace each other's souls, which merely assist in the metamorphosis of giving, of flight, and not the removal of the ability to sour with the mere apathy of scissors. I want our friendship to soar beyond the dark clouds of my current days.