NOVEMBER 17,2023

 #11

 You’re willing to cross mountains; or as they say, “bridges” but have you wondered what those bridges are like? 

To me, they’re a compilation of trust, empathy, security, love and above all? Friendship. 

Friendships are so special. You give your heart to the people who invest themselves into you, their time, conversations, who invest love; or in many cases, rather, you’re investing yourself a lot more than you’ve thought.

You start to believe that one conversation with them will fix you. You believe that they’re the serotonin you need. Everything becomes a universe, a universe you build with them. You’re able to do certain things only around them; such as I, I can only dance in front of two people I’ve grown up with.

You start your days, missing them so you give them a call and just let them know.

Friendships to me, are so intimately beautiful. 

You’re able to forgive them irrespective of the damage they may have caused to you; and you’re going to meet, and it’ll click again. 

You’re able to be vulnerable to an extent where you’ll end up feeling guilty for it, for ruining someone’s mood or day because of the sadness filled in you. 

Every drink with them, feels like sipping juices. 

Every hour with them, leaves you feeling like a second. 

Every conversation with them, feels like therapy. 

Every fight with them, feels smaller. 

They will make it better, but will also help you be better, for yourself. 

There may be days you will feel the trust shatter but efforts will come through & help you rebuild it. 

There may be days you will give much lesser than you’d usually give, but they’d be there for the higher part. 

They feel like a relationship; a platonic one. 

Be it with a woman or a man, they feel like the peace you’ve created for yourself and the home you’ve wanted. 

It’ll make you excessively happy & mind you, will leave you feeling like a void when they leave. 

The depth you go to, for someone you love is beyond any explainable feeling!!!

- S K 

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