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I have seen many kinds of friends, even in my relatively short life. There is the school yard friend, who keeps you company when you are in a place you�d rather not be and helps you to dive away the dullness of that place. There is the brown-nosing type of friend, the one who only tells you how great you are because they hope that some of your light will shine on them. There is the passing friend, the one who travels through your life, a beacon while they are close, but soon gone.
Then there is the soul-friend, that true connection between two souls that binds them so well that not even death can break them apart. These companions will travel life�s road together, helping each other with the curves that it follows and the obstacles that may clutter it. Sometimes they cause each other pain, sometimes deeply wounding each other for the sake of fear or stubborn pride or inattention to the needs of the other, and sometimes life�s road will fork, forcing both to take different paths to reach the main road again, but in the end, they will always find each other, always know that they can count on each other.
Soul-friends are rare to find, but their light always enhances the world around them when they are together. They may be husband and wife, still together after fifty years of love and hardship. They may be partners, brother policemen, warriors fighting together to keep the city�s people safe. They may be teachers, lawyers, doctors, priests, evangelists, bums, cooks, cashiers, janitors, or a hundred-million other things, but always they are brothers of the heart, and friends of the soul.
This squip is dedicated to Kila, the sister of my heart, and to the boys in Major Crimes, who gave us all something to write about and obsess over. |
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