I don’t care who you are or where you from…

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Friends… This word is warm and cozy, nice and charming, makes you smile and laugh… This word has many different faces, it is blond, dark or red headed, smart or not really, wild, dangerous or calm and quite, it shows the whole kaleidoscope of different feelings.So, why we love our friends that much? Easy question? But in deed it is not. Do we like our friends just because that they are there for us every moment we need them? Or maybe, because that they will stand by you no matter what? Or perhaps, because if they see your number and your name at the screen at their cell phone at three o’clock at night, they will pick up the damn phone, and they don’t care about the greatest dream ever they were watching couple minutes before you called,  or about the hard day that waits for them tomorrow, they will talk to you and patiently listen to your “end of life” love story, without telling a word about the thing that such stories happen to you with the periodicity of twice a month. And they will give the best advise in the whole world, not just because they want you to let them go back to sleep, but because they care about you.Who but your friends will tell you the truth about your new boyfriend or express the opinion whether he deserves such a treasure as you are or not. Who except your friends, will let cry on their shoulder at their not really clean kitchen right now, and who cares about the kitchen now, when the annual love crash had taken place…  Your friends will give you the cup of hot tea with lemon and Indian spice and tell that HE is a bustard and shouldn’t even stand close to you, because he doesn’t worth a damn if he lost such precious stone as you are! And after listening to all those silly words, you feel soooooo much better, you understand how much you need your friends, how much you care about them, how precious they are to you…  Your life is colorful again, the sun is shining, the birds are sinning and people are smiling at you, everything’s back to normal. And you pay your friends with the same coin: when your friend feels bad, you are feeling almost physical pain and want to turn the Earth around just to make it easy and help your friend. It is clear that you are different from each other, you are like plus and mines, but you still are bound together! You fight one another, and make up together; you cry and laugh together, again together… Tell me who your friend is and I’ll tell you who you are. Easy as it is. It is the truth as like the Earth is round and the sky is blue. Treasure your friends, because if friendship breaks not much can be done about it, not much…  

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