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Friends and Self (part 2)

I had a belief that best friends are a family. Don't know why, since my childhood all the people whom I considered as best friends were so close that we had finally transformed into a special bonding.

Even the best of my friends had been so close to me, and we never had any differences like the rest. Yes, they are like family.

But in this matured world, friendships are not made to make a family together. We can be close enough to share our screts and share our most precious moments that last reminding you the joys we share, for a life time. But we can never be the best friends for being a relation.

The actual truth is friendships are made for a self. Only you have to be aware that they never belong you to any whole. It's just a sophisticated illusion. Friends are just friends.

Sone friends are more then the so called family. They are a magic, and a miracle. Be careful what you wish with them.

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