I received a letter from a true friend today. One who was there in my worst moments. Moments I’m not proud of. She never left my side, even though she knew who I truly was, the life I was living, in those worst moments.
Her unique friendship was silent when she knew I couldn’t handle the truth. Her support was strong, yet not forceful. Her eyes told me she knew my struggle. Her heart showed me she could relate, on many levels. She never judged me. I never felt “less than” anything around her.
I didn’t see her often, since I moved back to the area I grew up in, but I knew we’d always be friends.
If I had to choose one word to describe her, it would be “genuine.”
She’s the genuine friend I desire to be.
I’ve made, and reunited with, many friends along the way, but I think she set the standard for me.
She opened my eyes to what it truly means to be a friend.
I won’t mention her name, because she wouldn’t want me to. She enjoys being the quiet voice, behind the curtain.
I hope she knows who she is, and how much her friendship means to me, and has changed how I view true friendship.
I hope you have a friend, or two, or three, like this one that I have.
If not, be one.