The people we choose to let in, who we decide to open up to and be vulnerable, people who we are willing to burn for are people we call friends. They are the blood and the oxygen we need to survive. Friends listen, they care, and are simply there for us, without judgement (hopefully).

We trust them blindly and forgive all their little mistakes and all their faults. But sometimes, friendship like love can hurt you, deeply. It cuts you right down to the bone.