“In ten years’ time, in a house with big windows, I want the house to be large enough to have a kitchen table with four chairs but not too roomy to ever feel the depth of my aloneness. Because I’ll probably be alone. But I think aloneness won’t feel so all-consuming with windows that protect me from the world but still let me watch it”
The number of years doesn’t define a friendship. It’s about how many times you left everything and rushed to help your friend. It’s about how your friend stood up for you when nobody believed in you. It’s about the nights you spent sharing your deepest and darkest secrets. A friendship can be gold even if it’s just been a month. It isn’t about the months; it’s about the moments. // requested by @herinnerwolf
