Today I saw him cry. It broke my heart. But, for the first time in my life, I understood the meaning of dedication.

Wake up

Do you remember waking up from a dream?

As the sweet nothings that fill your dream start to ebb away, you grasp desperately at the fragments of what never was in an attempt to feel what you thought you felt, all the while knowing the futility of your efforts. For a split second, doubt creeps in and you are caught between the dream and reality, senseless and unable to distinguish between the two. Which is real and which is false? And then, in that moment of hesitation, the last fragments of the dream is lost.

You have to wonder. If you are dreaming. If this is not real. When will you wake up?

To my friends

I want to believe
come rain or shine
no matter how fierce the storm
that I will be your shelter.

I want to believe
that although circumstances separate us
no matter how far
you will always be close to me.

I want to believe
through ups and downs
no matter how high or low
that I will be there for you.

I want to believe
that even if you are absent from my mind
no matter how long
you will never be absent from my heart.

I want to believe
that even as we form new bonds
no matter how strong
that we will cling dearly to the old.

I want to believe
that as we make new memories
no matter how beautiful
that we will cherish the ones we made together.

I want to believe
that at the end of the road
no matter which path we take
that you are here with me.

I want to believe
that at the end of the day
no matter who we become
that you will always be my friend.

I believe
that no words
unspoken or otherwise
will ever justify our friendship.


From,
Your friend.