"Friendship" (Continued)
Of course, you know what true friendship feels like. Friendship is the single sweet apple among a pile of sour. It is the incandescent warm glow of sunlight after the cold darkness of the storm. Friendship is the single silver lining in a sky of gray, the needle in the haystack, the single sunflower in an otherwise desolate, barren field. It is the single flicker of light in utter darkness, the single drop of water in a scorching volcano. Friendship is the single strand that reinforces the delicate web we call life. It is the lone reinforcement that keeps the ticking-time bomb from exploding. Friendship is the solitary sane thought in an ocean of madness. A true friend is indeed very dear and hard to come by. A good friend can brighten any day, no matter how gloomy. So hold onto your true friends. For as soon as you take your friends for granted, you give them no choice but to leave your side. Once that happens, the flame on your torch is no more, and you will be left cold, desolate, and lost in sheer darkness on an unknown path.