a slice of me

So much about friends and friendships.

I have never shared that much inner thoughts about my opinions on my beliefs in friendships to anyone or friends for i have never see the need to share that and let it be and if its meant to be, be the way i like things to be.

Yet very naturally i shared with two. Over a good few cigarette, a cup of sour plum juice too sweet and a cup of teh ice too sweet. Perhaps i already knew inside me that two are people whom if i was willing to share, they would not be able to not understand or pretend to be, so i shared. And perhaps i felt because they were so and am grateful to be able to consider them as my friends outta the many people i have known and been introduced to and by here and there in my life. For the meaningful and deeper connections inside my heart with two. I shared a slice of myself to my two.

To me, i dont have to understand you to help and care for you, to lend you a listening ear or hand. But i have to want to know and understand you and vice versa, to be your friend.

So i sliced a slice of myself for the two.