Friends.

It’s hasn't hit the golden unfiltered hours of 3-4 in the morning, but this is long overdue, so here goes 1am writing

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Friends... I’m 21 now so I’ve had my fair share. Like the tide, they come and go. But every so often, the tide brings in a shell, small, simple, deceptively similar to the other friends sharing the same tide. The thing with shells, there are some you pick up on your walk along the shore. Those my dear readers, those are friends you will cherish your whole life, those become your best friends. Admittedly, I’m still not sure if you find them or if they find you. You could get to know them better by trying to be the better chef that eventually gets spaghetti stuck on the wall, or you could meet them because they overheard some girl problem you were having and couldn't help but to mock you. It’s really unpredictable when the shells will land on your feet, and even better, which you decide to pick up and keep. I guess you can tell by now there are a few people in my mind as type this out. I’m lucky enough to say i have more than one best friend, and that by now they're practically family. For this post though, there are just two people in my mind. I’m not sure what i would do without them, or where i would be without them. I would be lying to say I’ve met people that believe in, understand, and tolerate me the way they do. I will be forever grateful of this. A scrap of advice i could offer is, find these people in your life.

It’s leather.... with an interchangeable sketchbook slot... and my monogrammed tag... I don't think I’ve ever received a more thoughtful and better gift.

What prompted this post was actually a little gift exchange we organized, there are three of us, and so each two will buy the third a gift on their birthday. To honor our true character, it took us 4 months after the last birthday between the three to finally exchange gifts. I was teased about my gift, could i guess it right from the clues? Not in the slightest, am i glad i didn't? So damn much. What they got me was truly nothing you could put to words, but I’ve been told i have a knack for this. The cliché that it’s the thought that counts, wow is that true. Just to let you know, I tend to carry a sketch book with me, accompanied by an aptly named 'art pouch' holding my various pens and pencils. It’s a pretty big thing size wise.

These best friends I’ve been telling you about? Went ahead and bought me a leather portfolio that snugly fits my sketch book, to the left of the sketch book is a little pocket that fits the right amount of pens to get that idea onto paper. The best part though? The front, they got my brand name monogrammed onto it. Now this may not sound like much to you, but to me, it was the closest thing to almost make me cry, i don't ever cry... but damned if i lie and say it didn't hit me right in the heart. 

They say those who care about you can hear you when you're quiet, well... I hope