and for worse

sometimes i think friendships are more about the bad times than the good times. it's not about who you like to have a beer with, it's about who you call when your cat dies. (hopefully it's the same person, ne? ) i like to bear weight and know that some day i'll be able to lean on that person in return. acts of service - including quiet listening, hugs, and tissues - are a big way that i express affection. i enjoy the attention that is spent on me in confidences, and i do my best to honor it.

not every person in your life is like that. not every friendship goes there. that's okay. but don't assume that letting me know you're having a bad day is going to ruin mine.

(and it's not really about you, dear, but you do have me thinking about this...)