I love my friends and I mean I really love them. They are a reflection of who I am and what I believe. My friends are the sort of people you can count on when you need support, guidance or a kick up the bum. My friends won’t let me get away with any stupidity yet are pleasantly surprised by my silliness. My friends are the sorts of people who laugh loud and easily, but who aren’t afraid to shed a tear. My friends define me as I define them.
My friends are musical, intelligent, dextrous, adept, aware, selfless, humane, compassionate, awe-inspiring and beautiful. They are also flabbergasting (I love the word), exhausting, tiring, sarcastic, rude and obnoxious. But my friends take my bad with my good, as I do with them.
My friends don’t need to see me every day but we have a lot of fun when we do get together. My friends let me be when I really need to be alone but annoy the fun out of me when I don’t. My friends take me as I am, free of judgement, opinion and advice. Without them, I wouldn’t be the man I am today.
I’m going to say it again: I love my friends.