Friendship Day

Friendship
What comes to mind at the sound of that word?

To me, I think of a shared mutual bond entangled in the rich mix of love, respect, flaws, and growth.
As complex as it can be at times, it’s priceless.

I don’t have many friends.
Very few.
The kind that don’t even take up all the fingers on one hand.

I used to wish I had more.
I mean, I’m quite friendly, so it would make sense for me to have a lot of people I’d call friends.
People to hang out with, not just for special occasions.
People I could call on, anytime.
People who’d back me up in my absence.
People I can be my truest self around. No fear. No judgment.
People I’d know, without a doubt, love and care for me too.

But that’s not the case.
Because true friendship is rare.
You can decide to be friends with anyone you vibe with—but what makes it real goes much deeper.

It’s in the silence that doesn’t go unnoticed.
The raw, transparent conversations.
The belly-hurting laughter that never seems to end.
The unwavering support.
The subtle, constant nudge to be better and do better.

Such value.

Friendships are different—some loud, some quiet; some long, some fleeting.
But what’s truly worth holding onto,
Is the kind of friendship that feels like home.

And I’ve found a home in the friendships I have.
For that, I’m endlessly grateful.
My friends are such gifts to me.

I remember someone once told me,
“Ella, it would take someone with a lot of patience to truly understand your kind of person. You’re kinda unpredictable.”
And that shook me.
It made me wonder if my friends thought the same.

Maybe they have.
Maybe they’ve seen the parts of me I’m still learning to accept.
But the beautiful thing is—they stayed.
They didn’t turn away from the unpredictability.
They chose to understand it.
They loved me in it.

And well… you know yourselves.
I see you all, and I love you deeply.

Every single day, I thank God for the gift of true friendship.
It’s not just something,

It’s everything.

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