My Friendship is like an onion, Which has many layers in it, it will add taste to your life, but if you try to cut it, you will have tears in your eyes
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
If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.
A bond of love, A medal of trust. A shoulder in sadness, A hand in darkness. A special relation to hold, An ear where secrets can be told. An appreciator for encouragement,
