Old friends. They are like the cosiest pair of slippers. The kind that are so worn that the toes have rubbed right through, yet you see perfection in the way they fit. Old friends are like the comfiest pair of trackies. Fleece lined of course. Old friends are the kind with which you bare your soul just by smiling. Old friends know who you are. What you stand for. They can see your heart beating. There are no boundaries and no walls between. Nothing can be hidden. You cannot paint a rose-filled garden and have it seen. You are you. They are they. And the shoe just fits. Perfectly every time.
To my friends. Thank you for being you. xx
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