Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.
I have only experienced that comfort once. I loved it and long for it every day and every minute with this person.
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You can, and will, experience comfort with someone else. It will be.
And yes, I will be on Friday night. See you then. Think up some great suggestions and throw them out.
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