Friendship.

If you are a skeptic about love in first sight, I think you may change your mind as I have if it happened to you. The arrow of St. Valentine had stroked me recently. It was sweet while it lasted; the hurt on the other hand is unbearable. I can’t recognize myself anymore.
Therefore on this beautiful Sunday afternoon I am mourning alone on my misfortune. Why does two people that is so perfect for each other, had to be separate by a vast ocean between them. That is the story for another blog when I am ready.
What surprises me through all these was so many of my friends were concern of my well being that emails and phone calls are pouring in, even from friends that are on the other side of the globe. That is absolutely amazing; I knew they are good friends, just not knowing the love they had for me. With everyone leading a busy life in the city; taking time to call and invite me to join them just to make sure that I am not sinking into a deep depression alone is a little out of character. Realizing these friendships are more than skin deep impresses me, and I feel blessed.
Perhaps genuine friendship in the Big Apple do exists some times. It is not all fun and games. By nature, the definitions of good friends do not change, even in a place like New York, shattered the mirth that New Yorkers are everyone for themselves.
Next time when you have a crisis I hope you have friends like mine.
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