Maybe I’ve spent most of my life with ‘friends‘ who were a bit selfish and self-centered. I mean, people should take care of themselves and put themselves first sometimes. That’s true. But sometimes they should focus on someone other than themselves.
Maybe that’s why I am so touched by a friend who really listens to me and doesn’t stop caring (or being there) when I’m a disastrous mess. I know I can be difficult to be around, but she puts up with me anyway.
Maybe that’s why I ‘m so touched by a friend who thinks of me and does wonderful things for me without me asking or prodding or dropping hints. Someone with no obligation to do anything for me… but she does them because that’s who she is.
I only wish she lived down the street. Or in the same town. Or in the same state. But that doesn’t make her any less amazing.
She heard it was my birthday this weekend so she decided to send me a gift. Only it wasn’t a gift. It was gifts. It was beyond generous… too much really. It brought me to tears to know that someone out there cared enough to do such a thing for me.
How did I make a friend like this? How do I deserve a friend like this? I wish I was more like her. My life isn’t going great at the moment, and I’m afraid I sometimes get so caught up in my own issues that I’m not as good of a friend to her in return. I don’t mean to be selfish. Especially not with her… but I bet she understands… because she’s the best.
And I still selfishly wish she lived near me.
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