friendship.
Friendship is a glass box. Small, transparent, store them inside where all your thoughts, ideas, affection and love. A thin glass where you reflexes. Material facts are in your dreams. Are portions of your heart that you try not scratching ever. A friend is more than one person. Something that is not physical, something you always carry. Is that the way to collect and store in your box of glass, carefully arranged on the inside with velvet. All this in what you think, as you trust in what you feel. So that beyond the world meet. It embraces you when you can not think more. Something you regret not seeing. Because the friend is not, is not touched, not smells. Just feel it. And while it is sitting next to you, you never see the field as it is physical. Its essence hidden among the folds of the velvet box in your glass.
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