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Friendship is a love-nexus thing, it can't be bought or sold, yet earned with steady steps that build trust. A good friend may not always be able to be there for you, nor save you from every storm, for there are times this universe sets solo challenges for us all. Yet in all of this they love you. They would be there for you if they could. If you love one another, if you would always do your best for one another, then you are good friends.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 24, 2021.
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A good friend is the summer flower and the harbour from any storm. Such things in life are all or nothing. Ride or die.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 24, 2021.
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They say the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Well, the proof of good friends is in the challenges of life. Those who pass such trials are your troupe, your running buddies, your real soul-mates.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 24, 2021.
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I can't say I've had many good friends, though there are some notable stand outs in my years, people I'd go into battle for. So what I can say is that they are rare gems, the right kind of treasure to keep in your chest.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 24, 2021.
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A good friend is one that loves you, that stands by you no matter what, whom protects your soul. In truth, in this socially darwinistic world, they are a rare beauty. So, should you find one, treasure them as they treasure you. Stay in one another's hearts even if you travel separate paths.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 24, 2021.
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Friendship is a precious kind of love, with all that that should bring. It is a bond that should span the lifetime. Though months and years may pass between communications, a true friend is timeless.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 24, 2021.
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When the pressure of my day is inside me, not like a tangled knot but like a ticking bomb, I need to let it explode somewhere safe. I need to go somewhere it can't do lasting damage - and that's why I have Casey. That's why he has me. When I need to vent I call him up and he knows what's coming. It isn't an exchange, well, not in the same session. I get to yell my fuckin' lungs out and be a vengeful, crass, arse-hole of fury and he sips his beer and nods in the right places. Only when I pick up my pint does he ask me if I'm ready for his perspective and if I am I'll keep drinking, otherwise the shouting starts again. His job is to tell me how he thinks the other side likely felt in my stories, what fears and insecurities may have motivated them, tone me down rather than egg me on. Then I can go back home and talk things through. Sometimes Casey is right, sometimes he's way off, but I can't talk to my wife when I need to explode, she doesn't deserve that. Casey's just the same, he calls me, I go. He vents, I listen. Maybe that's why I'm still happily married and Casey is too. I don't know, it works for us. We don't gossip, no-one knows his secrets or mine. We love our wives, our kids, I dunno, sometimes just getting that rage our is the best thing I can do. It probably comes mostly from work anyway, but I can't go yellin' at the boss now can I?

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Claire lay sank into the couch, finally it was Thursday, she could spend all day with Natalie: chatting, venting, laughing. The house was a mess and it didn't matter, she could do it after lunch. Together they would sort laundry, clean and prepare dinner until the kids came home. For several sweet hours she didn't have to hide behind a mask, not of happiness, not of coping, she could be honest and get heart felt advice. It was the release valve they both needed and though they bore no relation they regarded one another as sisters.

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I was often over your house when we were kids. It was a place to hide and you knew it, but not once was I ever made to feel unwelcome or hurried out the door. It was a safe haven when the storm invaded my own home, my own space. School was hell every day and home just rocked back and forth between comfort and harmful. Without you, without the love you gave in that understated way, without the gentleness of your personality, I don't know what would have happened. I was never stable, not really, shifting from one place to another in my adult years, but always there was you. Sometimes I ignored you for months, lost in some new crusade, but never once were you mad when I remembered you again. Always easy with honest advice, but carefully phrased not to cause harm. You've never just been a good friend to me, you've been one of the rocks of my life - an anchor point. I live an ocean away, but if you ever need me I'll be there in mind, boy and soul. Just call.