Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Mark of True Friendship

When I am making a mistake; don’t tell me to follow my heart

Tell me like it is

When I am hurting and all weepy; don’t tell me to man up

Just identify with my pain

When I am wearing an ugly dress; don’t tell me it looks different

Simply tell me it is ugly

If I am running with the wrong crowd, don’t tell me you trust my judgment

Remind me that evil company corrupts good manners

If you are mad at me; raise your voice, scratch, bite and kick

Just don’t throw a “quiet” tantrum

If we have to fight; make it a fair fight

Don’t call me names

Things may happen that may redefine our friendship; honour the trust I had in you

Respect the thing I told you in confidence

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