I had an hour or so long conversation last night with my friend in Pennsylvania. She's the best. She always makes me feel great and unless I'm mistaken, it's effortless. Often, she doesn't even know it. I don't ever wonder if she's sincere or if she has some hidden motive. I just know she cares about me. In fact, while I was typing the title to this post, she called to ask a question about Lucy.
Everyone should have a friend like that--or 10--even if they live far enough away that you can't see them very often. I also have friends that aren't like that. What a contrast! They are there when they need something or when I call them, but not too many other times. (If you are reading this, don't worry, you aren't one of them.) That stinks that I don't trust them with my real feelings doesn't it? I don't know. I guess everybody has those friends. What would really be sad is if that was all I had. I hope there aren't people who see me that way.
My thought today is this: After you've had the real thing--a real Coke; a real love; a real diamond; or a really good friend; you don't want to settle for anything else.
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