  I have not always been the fuzzy-girly type. That is why people think I’m a bit aloof. Many people do not like me because of this. And I don’t blame them. I do not expect people to like me. And I don’t make an effort for them to do so. But I am always polite. In life, you seldom find true friends who will be there for you through it all.
There are some who masks themselves in beautiful, decorative, sparkling packages that would make you feel that you have found the perfect friend. Only to find out how rotten they really are underneath. One of my best friends called me up today. After a long time of not talking to each other (we had issues) she finally gave up her pride and warmed up to me. She said that she was sorry for taking me for granted after all these months. And that she has now found out who her true friends are. As she was talking, I started to cry. Hearing her say all those things about how I have become a friend to her through thick and thin, touched me. I am not one who makes “beso” whenever I see my friends or hug my friends or hold my friend’s hand while walking or even say I love you to a friend.
So you could just imagine what it could take for me to become mushy! Of all my friends, there are only a handful of people to whom I could trust my dear life with, including this girl. And I feel so blessed that I have true friends. They are the ones who knows the real me. They are always there to fight for me, when I feel weak enough to fight for myself. They are always there to listen to me, even though sometimes, my stories are never-ending! They are always there to give good advices and it’s up to me to take their advices or leave it.
They are always there when I need comfort. They’ve seen the worst of me, heard every whine and gripe, knows me inside out and yet, they are still there, still accepting and loving me just as I am. I am so grateful that God has given me all my friends. My life has become richer with every friendship I share with them! 
