Friends

Friends are something too special to be measured with numbers, friends are the people who enjoy spending time with us, who like our company, who care about us, real friends are a gift to be grateful for, especially if they are there for us when we need them, they are a luxury we can not live without, all though they are a luxury not all of us possess. They can be lost, they can be fought with and they can be gained, mostly they ort to be treasured (so long as they are good true friends and not backstabbing bitches) the numbers in the boxes may make us feel special for a little, they may reassure us that all is well in times of doubt. But they hardly compare to a night out, or a accompanied bike ride, or even just a lift home, or knowing that there is someone there, wherever they are, even if it is the other side of the world, that we can go to, and spill our heart to, that will listen and (at least sort of) understand.