We make so many friends.
Some become dearest,
Some become special,
Fell in love with someone,
Some go abroad,
Some change their cities,
Some left us,
We left some,
Some are in contact,
Some are not in contact,
Some don't contact because of their ego,
We don't contact some because of our ego,
Whatever they were,
We still remember, love, miss, care for them,
Because of the part they played to make memories.
Its friendship…
When a person calls you by a stupid name and never by or own name...
When they always get angry, whenever you tell them that you are busy and
can’t reply...
When they tell u everything about themselves even if it’s embarrassing…
When they come to see you, whenever they get a chance....
When you argue with each other on stupid things and then end up
laughing...
Friends.
They love you,
But they are not your lover.
They care for you,
But they are not from your family.
They are ready to share your pain,
But they are not in your blood relation.
They are… friends.
True friend.
Scolds like a dad.
Cares like a mom.
Teases like a sister.
Irritates like a brother.
And finally loves you more than a lover.
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