What defines a great friend?
Is it their
show of loyalty in times where they are given a choice to turn their backs on
you for the easier path? Is a true friend someone that weathers the storm
alongside you instead of walking away from your struggles completely?
Is it their
respect in times where your decisions are less than honorable and more than
questionable?
Is it a great
friend that chooses to stand behind you as your failures are embarrassingly
open for all to see, and who will choose to share in some of your downfall as
well?
Is it their
desire to fight for the desires of your heart when you are broken and too
helpless to fight any longer on your own?
Perhaps it is
their show of strength when you are at your weakest?
Their desire
to help rescue you when you do not care to be saved, but need to be?
Is it their
understanding that even in silence, as the world forces us to lose connection
and forget to make that call, that we are still as close as the days where we
used to talk all day and take it all for granted?
Is a great
friend someone that brings more to your life than just companionship?
Someone that
brings to your life, lessons of humility and humor, of trials and tribulations,
of conversation and silence, of ego and its defeat?
It is clear
that there is no exact definition of a great friend, and that great or best are
not even useful terms to me.
There is no
good.
There is no
great.
There is no
best.
There is only
friend, and that means you are my chosen family, and I am honored to be able to
call you that.

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