• The most intense emotions arise when one is dealing with something or somewhat of the uttermost importance to him or her. Friendship essentially involves a distinctive kind of concern for your friend, a concern which might reasonably be understood as a kind of love. And it is, of course, love. Someone once said that tears and truth clear their way to a deep and lasting friendship. I agree with every fiber of my being. I suppose true friendship is never serene. And it is out of one's profound feelings of care that one gets very vulnerable to his or her friends. When certain words are said by just anyone, they mean little or nothing at all. Those same exact words gain a whole world of meaning and feelings once one hears them from someone one considers a true friend. Confusion arises out of a deep rooted desire to feel connected to another human being and to have one's feelings returned. If even for a moment one thinks that his or her feelings are rejected or ignored by those whom one has known for a number of years and/or by someone whom one loves beyond any extents, anger comes quick, pain drowns, tears overwhelm. Friends are the most important ingredient in this recipe of life. And when a certain ingredient goes missing, the matrix of the recipe skews and the otherwise perfect pyramid becomes unstable. Whether the actual missing of an ingredient is real or perceived remains a question and solely in the eye of the beholder of friendship.
    Friends double one's joy and cut one's miseries in half. A friend is emotion incarnate, because he or she provides one with every feeling in the world. And even if one is a thousand miles away, it doesn't matter because what one shares with this friend is so much deeper then what lies on top that distance plays no role in their friendship.
    Friends love unconditionally. They may have their little angry moments but what's done is done and all is forgive and forget. The very fact that the anger arose is the very proof of what deep feelings lie within their soul. Even if one has a fight/disagreement with someone one considers a true friend, still, deep inside, they absolutely know that if they were to commit a murder and be in need of help hiding the body, their friend would start a conversation by inquiring about the location of a shovel. Or otherwise, one wouldn't consider them a true friend.
    My true friends understand my silence. They are jewels in the ring of my life. I love them beyond anything I could ever say. Friendship is a serious affection; the most sublime of all affections because it is founded upon principle, and cemented by time, someone once said. I find this very true.