Yes we are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter. I wouldn't mind you fartin up beside me, telling me you haven't pooed today, looking through your comics picture while you read them in mandarin. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often. I don't want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is cute, funny and easy.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
Okay, misssallyleong i know they said your english level like televian. So if you don't understand some of the words i use here you can try google-iing it okays:) xoxo.
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