My friends are not real. Not in a figurative sense, like our president, or a literal sense, like my Facebook friends, but in the realest, most normal sense possible. They are people who I have never met, but who have somehow found their way into my life and affected it in a profound way.
I’m not talking about the friends who have been in my life for years, or even the friends I’ve made in the past few months. I’m talking about the friends I’ve never even spoken to. The friends who I know only through their words, their actions, and their thoughts.
These are the friends who have helped me through some of the darkest times in my life. The friends who have been there for me when no one else was. The friends who have never judged me, and who have always accepted me for who I am.
These are the friends who have helped me to grow and to learn. The friends who have challenged me and pushed me to be better. The friends who have never given up on me, even when I have given up on myself.
These are the friends who have made me who I am today. The friends who have shaped my thoughts and my opinions. The friends who have helped me to find my voice.
These are the friends who I will never forget.