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i used to think naively about friends.
i used to daydream the pact friends made.
i used to think that nothing will change and nobody go.
pathetic thinking, isnt it?
to think that people never changes,
to think that people will treat you the same way,
to think that people stay in touch (or made that effort to),
to think that people values you,
to think that people are always nice,
to think that people are true.

then you begin to see the other side.
both of others, and yourself.
does it matter to be always likeable?
does it matter to be always hated?

then again, what does it matter?

there will be that handful of friends that will stand by you.
there will be that handful of friends who share weals and woes.
there will be that handful of friends.
so what if it is only five? or four? or even that only one?
they are, and they exist.
you know those are the only ones who doesnt quit.
doesnt quit on you.

thats,
A friend.