My friends from school are true souls, never had any intentions to be rude or nasty. All were sweethearts, I met few of them last month and suddenly felt a happiness within, totally pure.
Maybe now that we are old, we have so many companions but no one can laugh with tears on lousy jokes. few can understand and accept your side of story each time you told with a new version, without labeling you as a liar. Only your friends, they know you are a real story teller, your imagination has no limits. Each version is a fantasy and they are part of it.
I laughed with them because I was so happy, not because the jokes were funny. Their company made me feel relaxed and free. Like the bird that can fly high and yell, can you see?
Oh! the unbounded love, trust and warmth felt with them will remain with me.