Friendship is a little glass box. Small, transparent, where you keep in there all your thoughts, ideas, affection and love.
A thin glass where you reflect. Material in which your dreams are made. Are portions of your heart that you try not to scratch ever.
A friend is more than one person. Something that is not physical, something you always carry.Is that you collect along the way and keep in your little glass box, carefully fitted into the interior of velvet. All in what you believe, as you trust in what you feel.
What you find beyond the world. It embraces you when you think you can not get over.Something I regret not seeing. Because the friend is not seen, not touched, not smells. Just feel it. And while you are sitting next to you, you never see it as physical matter is. Its essence hidden in the folds of the velvet of your little glass box.
Sometimes I look in the eye. Sometimes you feel his presence.
However, the friend is not the person you see. Is the person you feel.
Is that for which you give everything.
Except your little glass box ...