Our friendship is like a book,
But we are the ones who write it,
We fill the pages with wonderful fun,
Our friendship is like a book,
That waits to be written,
Sometimes all writers need a break,
So we stop to think a while back,
Our friendship is like a book,
Waiting for an onlooker's eye,
That just happens to be passing by,
But is afraid of being buried under rubble,
But we're sure it never will.
Kathryn Miller
I have been thinking a lot about friendship. About those friendships that us women have with women. The true, real and dirty friendships.
The ones where those that reside in that tight inner circle see us and all of our parts.
Our truly true selves. When we have broken down and are lying on the floor without a hope in the world. They know when to allow us to break down. To cry. To let it all out.
And they know when to set us straight. To deliver us some hard truths that only these true friendships are capable of. Delivering truths knowing that the words will not sting but that they will be felt with the best intentions of kindness, love and reality.
And they see us at our best. When our worlds are full of joy.
They know us. They know what brings us the absolute, most happiness.
At times they may know us even better than ourselves. These women. The ones that reside in our inner circle. Just a look. Just a feeling.
I feel grateful for this inner circle. These strong women that reside in mine. They lift me up. They help make me who I am today. And tomorrow and everyday. They are a part of me and I am a part of them. This kind of friendship, this kind of love is what makes the world such a beautiful place.
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