There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend — or a meaningful day
WE MET IT WAS BY CHANCE WE MET AGAIN IT WAS LUCK WE BECAME FRIENDS, IT WAS DESTINY WE ARE STIL FRIENDS, ITS OUR DECISION, WE WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS, ITS A PROMISE
As I saw ants crawl up the wall, I noticed that no matter how busy they are, they still stop and communicate with each other. I hope we can be like them.
