Friends

How many of these people did you labeled them as your friends? Have you ever thought what friends really meant to you?

I guess it all comes back to the one who never fails to sit beside you and watch you cry while you mumble and fumble with the words that you’re trying to say…

But stays quiet and understands it all.

Sometimes it’s not the quantity that really matters. It’s not about how much you know about a person, neither it is because you knew that individual for almost a decade or so…

But its how you discover about each other’s secret for every time a conversation ends. And it carries on for many years to come.

The one standing close to you in pictures might not carry much of a weight; it’s just a capture of a presence (Although I admit pictures can make one feel green with envy or even jealous.)

But what matters the most is that person’s been there in desperate times when you think nobody could bring your feet back on the ground.

Three years ago, I talked to a friend by the beach, with hidden stars above the dark sky. I told her that I had too many friends that are like a shadow, who’s with me while I’m in the sunshine, but left the minute I crossed into a shade…

She told me that one day I’ll have that friend.

Loads Of Love,

Kasinah

PS: I won't be updating much from now on, so you people can just give a skip the next time you think of visiting my blog. Will be back soon again, prolly after exams?? Yeap just keep on tagging, I'll still try my best to reply to them(: