I’ve never had a lot of friends, quite frankly I don’t see the use of having hundreds of friends when only a handful might turn out to be the real Mccoy. I know I’m not the easiest person to be friends with as I’m quite selfish, self-centred if you may, annoyingly stubborn and spoiled. I’ve build a wall so high that you’d have to attack it with a sledgehammer to get in and I’ve never made it easy for anyone to get close to me. I have my reasons of course, the usual I-thought-they-were-my-friends-but-they-stabbed-me-in-the-back syndrome featured for as long as I can remember, I would bend over backwards for someone and what do I get in return? A shrug of the shoulder accompanied by “I’m sorry for letting you down”, sometimes there’s not even an apology involved, a clear indication that I should just “get over it” or “deal with it”. I’ve tried the whole “be the friend you’d like to have” philosophy but were yet to reap the rewards.
I’ve given up on friendship and that’s the best thing I ever did, in my opinion. After making peace with the fact that I’ll only ever have acquaintances,being an only child doesn’t really help, I’ve made the best, most loyal friends ever!Without going out there, looking for them, they found me and I’ve never been happier. It’s a huge load of my shoulders to be able to trade secrets, reveal my most outrageous fantasies and scandals and still have someone accept me for who I am and not what I did when I was young (I’ve never been stupid just naive). Having someone around to discuss nothing and everything, being able to read their mind and laugh uncontrollably about stupid things. They’re not my friends, they’re my long-lost siblings, my family; a bond formed by mutual understanding, trust and love. I’ll take drastic measures to protect them, I’d sacrifice everything to help them, bring a smile upon their faces, offer them support and just be there for them.
In my darkest hour they were my ray of sunshine, my pillar of strength and my much-needed support system. I didn’t realize how much they meant to me until I needed someone there…and they were.I can’t possibly repay them as I don’t even think they realize how much their love and support meant to me but I’ll try, even if it takes a lifetime to do just that. Friends truly are angels without wings, sent down from heaven to help us heal and to prove that we’re all capable of unselfish love and care. This piece is dedicated to all the “wingless” angels in my life, I love and appreciate you.