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Jia Yi

Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I discovered who were my real friends.
I just wished that wasn't the way I had to discover.


LINK. (www.philosoph-y.blogspot.com)

It isn't always filled with laughter and deep understanding.
It isn't always steeped in pizza,
big games,
big sales,
or long drives over the edge of the Grand Canyon with your friends.

Sometimes, in the pitching tide of life,
the rose-colored-red sunglasses of friendship are dropped into an ocean of uncertainty


When something happens to mar a great friendship,
the final outcome can be difficult to predict.
Will forgiveness be enough?
Will either of you ever forget?

you had once chosen to call friend .
but not now.