I'll be there for you
When the rains starts to fall
I value a lot of things in my life. My friends are a top priority. I would like to think that I have some great ones and that I am a great one in return. Nobody's perfect. I love the laughter, the inside jokes and the way that a certain few always know what I'm thinking. My best friends know the real me. The real me that puts on a good front for the crowd and the real me that has real feelings. Feelings that get hurt easily.
Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve, I wear my pride. I take pride in my friendships and I treat them like they're my family. I take care of the people I care about and I don't exactly expect it in return. I just expect, respect.
Over the past few months, I've noticed the actual number of friends I have has dwindled significantly.
Some out of distance.
Some out of conflict.
Some out of growing up.
Some out of being too consumed in relationships.
In this day in age, with the likes of Facebook and Twitter taking over our universe, it's impossible not to check up on people and still remain "friendly." Think about it, how many of your Facebook friends are ACTUALLY your friends. People that you talk to regularly and share your secrets with? Do we use the term "friend" too loosely? For my liking, yes.
I consider a Friend, a person who is like family. Someone who I can have deep conversations with about nonsense, someone who is supportive of decisions I make, someone to go shopping with, someone to share coffee with, someone to take an aimless walk with and someone who loves me for me. And someone who won't completely disregard my feelings.
Today, I can count on one hand the number of girl friends that I have. And I'm OK with that. My girls mean the world to me and they know that. I can fill up the rest of my fingers with the amount of people I am "friendly" with. But it's not the same.
To be a friend, you are a friend 'til the end. Not when it's just convenient for you. Not when your girlfriend or boyfriend is out of town, not when someone from your past comes knocking at your door and not when you've completely betrayed my trust.
Friends and I have grown apart and gone our separate ways, but they served their purpose whether it was for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
All for one and one for all.
I value a lot of things in my life. My friends are a top priority. I would like to think that I have some great ones and that I am a great one in return. Nobody's perfect. I love the laughter, the inside jokes and the way that a certain few always know what I'm thinking. My best friends know the real me. The real me that puts on a good front for the crowd and the real me that has real feelings. Feelings that get hurt easily.
Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve, I wear my pride. I take pride in my friendships and I treat them like they're my family. I take care of the people I care about and I don't exactly expect it in return. I just expect, respect.
Over the past few months, I've noticed the actual number of friends I have has dwindled significantly.
Some out of distance.
Some out of conflict.
Some out of growing up.
Some out of being too consumed in relationships.
In this day in age, with the likes of Facebook and Twitter taking over our universe, it's impossible not to check up on people and still remain "friendly." Think about it, how many of your Facebook friends are ACTUALLY your friends. People that you talk to regularly and share your secrets with? Do we use the term "friend" too loosely? For my liking, yes.
I consider a Friend, a person who is like family. Someone who I can have deep conversations with about nonsense, someone who is supportive of decisions I make, someone to go shopping with, someone to share coffee with, someone to take an aimless walk with and someone who loves me for me. And someone who won't completely disregard my feelings.
Today, I can count on one hand the number of girl friends that I have. And I'm OK with that. My girls mean the world to me and they know that. I can fill up the rest of my fingers with the amount of people I am "friendly" with. But it's not the same.
To be a friend, you are a friend 'til the end. Not when it's just convenient for you. Not when your girlfriend or boyfriend is out of town, not when someone from your past comes knocking at your door and not when you've completely betrayed my trust.
Friends and I have grown apart and gone our separate ways, but they served their purpose whether it was for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
All for one and one for all.
1 comment:
Obviously things are going to happen that we have no control over, like everything you mentioned: Distance, growing up, conflict, etc. I guess the only thing we can do is accept that fact in itself and move forward with what we do have, because in reality, it's all that matters.
Love you no matter where I am!
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