I’ve been debating with another friend of mine about my best friend; in whom i’m in love not just a friendship. He says i’m building up a fantasy and this friendship will never be anything bigger than just brotherhood.
Personally, I doubt that; I don’t think we’re normal friends and to say that we’re “close friends” is an understatement. We’ve met unexpectedly and aimlessly, just like any two other persons. Yet, we’ve revealed each other’s vagueness and mysteries.
I have no idea why or how but there must be a purpose of all this love. We have plans for the future; to grow up and succeed together is one of them.
The turmoil of life has been trying to separate us but we struggled many times to let this friendship survive and last till death do us apart. My friend might not know this amount of love I hold for him but I’m pretty sure he has some kind of love for me. Sometimes, I think I’m more attached to my friend than he is to me; the reason is still blurry but I cannot let this affect y feelings toward him because if I do, I’d be a traitor and will never ever forgive myself about the one who trusts me and considers me a brother from another mother.
To be honest, this issue is worrying me and frets me often because I feel him more than he thinks. I mean whenever he has a problem, I think it’s ours not only him which in turn keeps me a little bit distracted from my life and family. On that score, it was called a fantasy.
Is it really a fantasy? or pure love for a friend? Is it wrong or is it right? That’s what I’d like to hear from you dear readers. Please, gimme an answer!
And a youth said,
– Speak to us of Friendship!
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love
and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger,
and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear
not the “nay” in your own mind,
nor do you withhold the “ay”.
And when he is silent your heart ceases
not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts,
all desires, all expectations are born and shared,
with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most
in him may be clearer in his absence,
as the mountain to the climber
is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship
save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure
of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth:
and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend
that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need,
but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship
let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things
the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.