
Friendship is a pulsing, living, adapting thing. It seems that certain people come in and out of your life according to some unseen, unmapped, divinely-guided train, where passengers step in and shared certain portions of your journey with you, only to step off two stops or twenty stops down the line.
When I reflect fondly on friendships from childhood, high school, college, and eventually, work, it's easy to recall that feeling of certainty that THESE people, experiencing THESE exact days and times with me would be my eternal friends.
Obviously, some of them stepped off my train a few stops down the line.
But a handful of them stayed with me. They stood, when times were crowded, and they sat next to me and held my hand when, at times, we were the only two on board. They rode and laughed at me and smiled at our good times when fortune was with us, and they sat quietly but unwaveringly and offered their support without pomp or circumstance when times were dark.
The only way to be a good friend is to have great friends around you...they model the kind of friend you know, in your heart, that you want to be. Because you want to be the friend that they deserve.

Like little B says, sometimes the best friendships feel like family

And sometimes, they really ARE family.

