Last week i went on a mission trip with my youth group. This trip is notoriously the place to make new friends which is by far my favorite part. But in this you tend to not hang out with the friends that you hold the closest. You see them, vent to them, catch up but the majority of the time you are meeting new people in your work groups, small groups and just around during meals and such. This got me to thinking how much i truly love my friends. My real friends. My best friends.
These are the kind of friends who know you so well that you can't hide anything from them. These are the kinds of friends who you don't have to say a word to express how you're feeling, a hug would probably to it better anyway. You know that a hand will always be there for you to squeeze and an ear to listen. these are the friends who regularly see you in a tee-shirt and hair a mess and couldn't care less. These are the friends in which silence is never awkward, in some ways its almost comforting.
These are the kind of friends who know you so well that you can't hide anything from them. These are the kinds of friends who you don't have to say a word to express how you're feeling, a hug would probably to it better anyway. You know that a hand will always be there for you to squeeze and an ear to listen. these are the friends who regularly see you in a tee-shirt and hair a mess and couldn't care less. These are the friends in which silence is never awkward, in some ways its almost comforting.
These are the friends that you know, you just know, that its going to be a life long friendship. These are the friends that know your flaws, oh so well, and still choose to call you a best friend back. These are the friends who even though you do nothing you still have fun.
these are my best friends.
1 comments:
I missed you that week.
And can I say I may or may not have gotten a little blurred vision reading this.
I love how you write.
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