I was thinking about friends and why they mean so much to me. Maybe its that need to be validated, or the need to know you aren’t alone in the world, to share a smile over nice things that happened, or to acknowledge the pain that rests in some days. Sometimes when I am touched on the shoulder, or smiled at, or even listened to, I feel real inside and know a little bit of what it means to be part of the human experience.

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