But you know, I am
grateful. I have good friends -- few, far between, far far
away, but they look after me and they look out for me all the
same. I love waking up to your 'good mornings'. I
love talking about the mango trees in your back garden. I
love the pictures of your beautiful daughter, and the
complaining when the baby falls asleep in your arms. I love
talking about the weather, about how hot it is there and how
it's raining here. I love it when you ask after me and
you want to make sure I'm okay and if we go even a week
without speaking you get worried. I love that you're a
part of my schedule -- I love that I'm in the habit of
checking my skype and twitter the moment I wake up.
There's lots to be sorry for and lots to resent, and of
course these friendships come with their own problems, their
own pains. But I'm grateful I get to call you my best
friends. & I really love
you.