A friend is not a person, it’s a thing.
That person may well outlive your friendship. The thing that existed even if one of you wished it didn’t, like some illegitimate child.
Relationships grow and falter and die. Relationships steal and give and make you cry. Every person begins their relationships crying, most out loud, some out loud forever.
Relationships burn in the sun, die in the dark and wilt in a few short days without attention.
Attention is their food.
The ugly ones don’t need feeding.
In sanity,
Your friend Barry.
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