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  • Wednesday, June 27, 2007


    How does one define a good friend?

    I really don't know how to do it, but in my life, I've had enough good friends leave because their families had to move away, and I've never seen them since. I can truly say that my heart was broken twice because of these unfortunate situations, and as a defense, not wanting to go through that again, I'm very careful when saying that someone is my good friend or best friend, because I really do mean it.


    Although this may not be mutual, I've found someone whom I can really call my best friend.

    It takes so much effort to keep in touch when not being the same country; but we have.

    It takes patience to listen to each other problems and make each other feel better after; and we have.

    It takes one to care a lot to get angry over small things; and we do.


    I'm so happy to call you my best friend even though I know I'm not ranked first on your friends list, but its not stopping you from being first on mine.

    I know you'll read this, and I know you already know all this, but it sounds much nicer when put into words right?


    p.s. sorry for the past few days

    I guess this is a beautiful mistake too...3:30 AM


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