Friends can be wonderful and tarry long, whereas some become fleeting like autumn leaves in rain carried away by the wind. Friendship is like reading an insightful new chapter in a book, but before long we reach the end and we close the book and look for another to read.

I know who my friends really are. And they know me, and in a understanding way; sometimes, there is no need for words. As surely as night follows day, tomorrow they will be there waiting, smiling.