
I often find myself envious of those with friends they've had since childhood, friends they still know and interact with to this very day. Its as if they became more than just friends; they became family. The reality is, I will never know that feeling. The longest relationship I've ever had is with my wife whom I've known since 2001. Sometimes, I think the reason I love her so much is because in the back of mind, destiny stands with sword in hand, waiting to tear through this reality only to show me another beginning. So I embrace her, waiting for reality to cheat me out of my happiness again. The truth is before I met her, I was almost certain I would spend the rest of my life alone. Most people told me I was too young to think that way. Its not that I was too young, its just that I am a die hard realist. It was only by chance that I even met her. Had I not worked in a that candy store in the airport, I would have never been there to receive that phone call, and I would have never met the best friend I would ever have in my entire life. As miraculous as that may be, I by no means attribute this chance meeting to some sort of plan set up by some deity. I've always believed that if you find love, you should hold on to it like grim death, because the probability that you'll find someone else that finds your eccentricities to be endearing is slim to none.
I don't have a lot friends, but what I do have is a wife and daughter, and although there isn't a whole lot I can teach my daughter about maintaining personal relationships, what I can teach her is the importance of friends and how a true friend can be like a glass of water on a hot day. Just so refreshing....
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