I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we can seek answers.
I can't change your past with all its heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine. Yet I can share in your laughter and joy.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge. I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you. But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting. But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend.
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Showing posts with label Friendship. Show all posts
Simple vs. Real Friend
A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.
A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!
Are you a simple or real friend???
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.
A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!
Are you a simple or real friend???
Y O U
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.
Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.
You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.
Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.
- Written and owned by Angela Lee Hillsley -
Are you a real friend?
A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.
A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!
Are you a simple or real friend???
MY SOURCE
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.
A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!
Are you a simple or real friend???
MY SOURCE
What Others Think
When you seek to truly make a difference,
Someone is going to tell you no.
But that's their problem, not yours.
No matter how magnificently you perform,
Someone is going to find a way to complain about it.
But that's their problem, not yours.
It can be extremely valuable to understand what other people think,
And quite useful to make a positive impression whenever possible.
Always keep in mind, though,
That the opinions of others are just that -- opinions.
Let their opinions, whatever they may be,
Support and encourage you rather than stop you.
Keep in mind that attempts to please everyone
Will all too often end up pleasing no one.
Some people are just not going to like you,
No matter what you do.
Some people are going to disagree with you,
No matter how reasonable you are.
Just because someone rejects what you're doing
Does not mean you must reject it too.
Listen to the rejections, listen to the complaints,
Learn from them, take whatever positive actions are appropriate,
and then move confidently forward.
- Ralph Marston -
Someone is going to tell you no.
But that's their problem, not yours.
No matter how magnificently you perform,
Someone is going to find a way to complain about it.
But that's their problem, not yours.
It can be extremely valuable to understand what other people think,
And quite useful to make a positive impression whenever possible.
Always keep in mind, though,
That the opinions of others are just that -- opinions.
Let their opinions, whatever they may be,
Support and encourage you rather than stop you.
Keep in mind that attempts to please everyone
Will all too often end up pleasing no one.
Some people are just not going to like you,
No matter what you do.
Some people are going to disagree with you,
No matter how reasonable you are.
Just because someone rejects what you're doing
Does not mean you must reject it too.
Listen to the rejections, listen to the complaints,
Learn from them, take whatever positive actions are appropriate,
and then move confidently forward.
- Ralph Marston -
A Love Story #2
It all started when I was 6 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together.
I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling.
All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.
I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart.
Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me.
I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore.
Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together.
One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him?
I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a diary that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written.
The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.
If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.
I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that I was feeling.
All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him.
I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York, I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart.
Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished. One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage. It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me.
I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note that said: "meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore.
Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together.
One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions why did this happen to a kind guy like him?
I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a diary that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written.
The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart.
If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe that next day will never come at all.
Thank Goodness for Friends
Thank goodness for friends who care so much about us
They want us to be all we can
They fill us with confidence, give us support
And shows interest in all that we plan
They see the good qualities others may miss
And inspire us to keep our aims high
While letting us know that no matter what happens
They're behind us in all that we try
They show their devotion by making us feel
There's no reason why we can't succeed
Thank goodness for friends
Who so helpfully give the encouragement all of us need.
They want us to be all we can
They fill us with confidence, give us support
And shows interest in all that we plan
They see the good qualities others may miss
And inspire us to keep our aims high
While letting us know that no matter what happens
They're behind us in all that we try
They show their devotion by making us feel
There's no reason why we can't succeed
Thank goodness for friends
Who so helpfully give the encouragement all of us need.
by M.A. Ellert
You and I Will Be Friends Forever
"I know people always say that and mean it,
But sometimes its hard
Sometimes you lose contact
Or develop separate interests
Or just sort of drift apart...
But we're different
And it's a good feeling to know
That no matter how much time passes
No matter how many miles separate us
No matter what -- we'll be friends forever!"
But sometimes its hard
Sometimes you lose contact
Or develop separate interests
Or just sort of drift apart...
But we're different
And it's a good feeling to know
That no matter how much time passes
No matter how many miles separate us
No matter what -- we'll be friends forever!"
~ Anonymous ~
FRIENDS
A friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find but lucky to have.
Friends will come and friends will go,
The seasons change and it will show,
I will age and so will you,
But our friendship stays, strong and true.
There's nothing as nice as someone who shares, your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares, someone who's there through your good times and tears, who stays by your side as your friend through the years.
The Love of A Friend
Friendship --
Like music heard on the waters,
Like pines when the wind passeth by,
Like pearls in the depths of the ocean,
Like stars that enamel the sky,
Like June and the odor of roses,
Like dew and the freshness of morn,
Like sunshine that kisseth the clover,
Like tassels of silk on the corn,
Like mountains that arch the blue heavens,
LIke clouds when the sun dippeth low,
Like songs of birds in the forests,
Like brooks where the sweet waters flow,
Like dreams of Arcadian pleasures,
Like colors that gratefully blend,
Like everything breathing of kindness -
Like these is the love of a friend.
Like music heard on the waters,
Like pines when the wind passeth by,
Like pearls in the depths of the ocean,
Like stars that enamel the sky,
Like June and the odor of roses,
Like dew and the freshness of morn,
Like sunshine that kisseth the clover,
Like tassels of silk on the corn,
Like mountains that arch the blue heavens,
LIke clouds when the sun dippeth low,
Like songs of birds in the forests,
Like brooks where the sweet waters flow,
Like dreams of Arcadian pleasures,
Like colors that gratefully blend,
Like everything breathing of kindness -
Like these is the love of a friend.
by A.P. Stanley
The Things I Prize
These are the things I prize
And hold of dearest worth:
Light of the sapphire skies,
Peace of the silent hills,
Shelter of the forests,
Comfort of the grass,
Music of birds, murmur of little rills,
Shadows of cloud that shiftly pass,
And, after showers,
The smell of flowers
And of the good brown earth -
And best of all, along the way,
Friendship and mirth.
And hold of dearest worth:
Light of the sapphire skies,
Peace of the silent hills,
Shelter of the forests,
Comfort of the grass,
Music of birds, murmur of little rills,
Shadows of cloud that shiftly pass,
And, after showers,
The smell of flowers
And of the good brown earth -
And best of all, along the way,
Friendship and mirth.
by Henry Van Dyke
Friendship Knows No Distance
To my favorite cousin, Jeannie
"Friendship knows no distance, for together or apart
Good friends have many memories that help them close at heart
Memories of moments shared with laughter or with tears
That grow still warmer day by day and brightens with each year
And every fond remembrance comes to mean so very much
For friendship knows no distance when good friends keep in touch!"
"Friendship knows no distance, for together or apart
Good friends have many memories that help them close at heart
Memories of moments shared with laughter or with tears
That grow still warmer day by day and brightens with each year
And every fond remembrance comes to mean so very much
For friendship knows no distance when good friends keep in touch!"
A Real Friend
To Susan and Espie
(my two long lost friends)
A real friend is someone
who is there for you through thick and thin.
A real friend doesn't talk about you
Behind your back
and then smile in your face.
A real friend is a person
That is truthful and honest to you.
A real friend will be your real friend
Until the end of time.
(my two long lost friends)
A real friend is someone
who is there for you through thick and thin.
A real friend doesn't talk about you
Behind your back
and then smile in your face.
A real friend is a person
That is truthful and honest to you.
A real friend will be your real friend
Until the end of time.
MzSaSsy
FRIENDS!
To my best friends
- Cas, Kat, Alou and Mimi
"People don't talk much about the love
Friends have for one another.
Oh, we talk about liking friends
But some friends add so much to our lives
That "like" just isn't strong enough to descibe the bond.
You're that special kind of friend
I never get tired of your company.
And I can always be myself with you,
Confide in you, depend on you.
So, I thought I'd let you know that
I don't just like you - I love you...
For being such a great person, such a good friend."
- Cas, Kat, Alou and Mimi
"People don't talk much about the love
Friends have for one another.
Oh, we talk about liking friends
But some friends add so much to our lives
That "like" just isn't strong enough to descibe the bond.
You're that special kind of friend
I never get tired of your company.
And I can always be myself with you,
Confide in you, depend on you.
So, I thought I'd let you know that
I don't just like you - I love you...
For being such a great person, such a good friend."
Let's Never Let Go Of Our Friendship
To my loving husband
"I don't ever want us to let go of each other
Maybe our paths will go in separate directions
But that won't change the bond
We share and what's in our heart.
My friend, no matter where I am or what I am doing
When you come to mind
A smile comes to my face
And a warmth settles in my heart.
The day you and I met will always be cherished
We've grown together, done a lot together
And no matter what, we always let each other knows
That we do love and care about each other.
You are more than just a friend to me
I often struggle to say how I feel
But I hope we never let go of what we share
Because whether its across the miles
Or just a short distance
You are and will always be a part of my life and me."
"I don't ever want us to let go of each other
Maybe our paths will go in separate directions
But that won't change the bond
We share and what's in our heart.
My friend, no matter where I am or what I am doing
When you come to mind
A smile comes to my face
And a warmth settles in my heart.
The day you and I met will always be cherished
We've grown together, done a lot together
And no matter what, we always let each other knows
That we do love and care about each other.
You are more than just a friend to me
I often struggle to say how I feel
But I hope we never let go of what we share
Because whether its across the miles
Or just a short distance
You are and will always be a part of my life and me."
A FRIEND
To my best friend - Mimi
"A friend is TRUST
A friend is WARMTH
A friend is always there to add to every happiness
To lessen every care
A friend is UNDERSTANDING
A friend is CARING too
That's just the kind of special friend
That I have found in you!"
The Gifts of Friendship
It's the little gifts of friendship
That always mean so much
The little notes,
Rhe frequent calls that keep good friends in touch
It's the quiet understanding
The laughter meant for two
The little deeds of thoughtfulness
Good friends so often do.
It's the little gifts of friendship,
The kind and caring ways
The sharing that adds
Special cheer to ordinary days
And what a wonderful world of happiness
These little gifts can bring
For they start a lasting treasury
Of fond remembering.
That always mean so much
The little notes,
Rhe frequent calls that keep good friends in touch
It's the quiet understanding
The laughter meant for two
The little deeds of thoughtfulness
Good friends so often do.
It's the little gifts of friendship,
The kind and caring ways
The sharing that adds
Special cheer to ordinary days
And what a wonderful world of happiness
These little gifts can bring
For they start a lasting treasury
Of fond remembering.
By Amanda Bradley
You Know You're with a Friend
When you're with someone who makes you smile
Someone who helps you see
How wonderful the simple things in life can really be
When you're with someone
With warmth to share and kindness to extend
Someone who really knows you
Then you know you're with a friend.
When you're with someone who cares
About the things you try to do
Someone who can confide
Your deepest thoughts and feelings to
When you're with someone
You trust in never ending to pretend
Someone who helps you know yourself
Then you know you're with a friend.
Someone who helps you see
How wonderful the simple things in life can really be
When you're with someone
With warmth to share and kindness to extend
Someone who really knows you
Then you know you're with a friend.
When you're with someone who cares
About the things you try to do
Someone who can confide
Your deepest thoughts and feelings to
When you're with someone
You trust in never ending to pretend
Someone who helps you know yourself
Then you know you're with a friend.
By Amanda Bradley
Friendship is Really a Matter of Time
Friendship is really a matter of time...
The time it takes to be king
The time that it takes to just listen and talk
To help someone find peace of mind.
Friendship is really a matter of time...
The time that it takes you to do a thoughtful
And generous favor that wasn't expected of you
The time it takes to answer a call
To let someone know that you're there.
Friendship is really a matter of time...
The time that you take when you care.
The time it takes to be king
The time that it takes to just listen and talk
To help someone find peace of mind.
Friendship is really a matter of time...
The time that it takes you to do a thoughtful
And generous favor that wasn't expected of you
The time it takes to answer a call
To let someone know that you're there.
Friendship is really a matter of time...
The time that you take when you care.
By Amanda Bradley
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