Of Friends & Memories

These days I find myself analyzing my relationship with my friends a lot. Of how much they mean and how I would be totally lost without them.

I can't even begin to explain the wonderful feeling I get when I'm with my friends and we're all laughing or talking over something. It makes my heart glow to realise how much I love these people and how my life would be totally empty without them.

I enjoy the whole process of making friends with people, of watching memories being formed. Of how random talks or messages or online conversations can be so incredibly fulfilling. The feeling I get when I wake up one day and realise what a big part of my life they've suddenly become.

Who knows what will happen 10 years down the line whether we'll still be friends or even know where the other is. Its a sobering thought. But I'm not going to think about it too much now.

I'm going to revel in every smile, cherish every hug and treasure all the late night talks and memories. Grab every moment and live it up to the fullest with them. Make plans for the future with whole hearted determination to carry them out. Argue and fight but not hold grudges.

Make new friends and be an even better friend to the older ones.

That's all

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Remembering Avanti

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