I hated making love. Being romantic and sharing a part of myself was impossible. I excluded my self from everyone. I took no part in living. It was a sad existence.
True friends are just that.
They are there for you whenever you need them. My best friend saved my life when I overdosed. I will always remember how she had to endure and what I put her through. But she was a true friend and stayed by my side. They felt that I couldn't provide the necessary care for the patients.