Friends.

I love my friends. I love my friends. I love my friends. And I could say it again and again. My roommate comments everyday about how I get more mail and how she has never seen anyone get more mail than me. Their cards line my bookshelves, they remind me that I am not alone. I love my friends for the million times we play phone tag, but that they keep trying to encourage and hear. I love my friends for all the ways they listen to me be dreamy, uplifting, or depressed, and they preserve with me through it. I love my friends for carepackages and text messages and verses sent my way. I love my friends for the way I smile and want to cry just because I think about them.

I have the best friends in the whole world. They are spread far and wide, but their friendship to me is the deepest, greatest gift I could ever receive in my life. I need them, I wish they were here. I wish I could hug them, sit on the sofa with them, cry with them, create a cup of tea with them, or hike a mountain with them. I miss them so dearly and intimately that it hurts. But they are my friends. They are life giving to me. And when I hear them say "I love you" on the phone these past few days, I cry. Because I love them too. They are so dear to me. Thank you friends.