A friend is walking away, down a path I know to be clouded, what do I do? I ask my friend question’s that they can not answer without hesitation but I know they will continue the journey in the wrong direction.
Do you have enough faith and conviction in this person to go through what you are set to do? Do you possess a love for this person that is far greater then anything you have ever felt in your entire life? Do you see this person with unclouded eyes or do you see with blinders attached and only what this person wants you to see?
Stop and think about this before you go and do it; weight the pro’s and con’s of the path you are going to walk down. I say to you follow your heart but also listen to the logic in your head. You may not know it but ancient wisdom passed down hundreds of years flows in your blood thou you always silence it with an excuse. Stop, take a breath and listen to your heart beat. Feel the blood flow through the veins and artery’s, it is your guide towards the correct path in life.
Dear friend you know that I only have your best interests at heart, you know deep down I ask these questions and anger you because I truly care. Friend you are to me and will always be, no matter the price you pay no matter how far you travel to realize the right or wrong of the situation. I will come to your aid whenever you need me, be it day or night. I will fight along side you in light or darkness. I will rescue you and bind your wounds when no one else will. I will protect you when the enemy is too great and we stand side by side.
You are my friend, from now until eternity.
You are a gift, one I shall cherish till I draw my last breath
You are a brother and a sister to me
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