I know that several of my readers are not people I know personally. But even the readers who do know me in real life will probably not know the small tidbit of personal information I am going to reveal tonight.

The making of friendships has always been an act I have failed at, repeatedly. In my life I have been introduced to many, many people. And yet only a few have I truly felt I could call friend. That is why it is so nice to be reminded that I do, in fact, have friends. And many of them are people I would never have imagined myself calling friend some day. That's the beauty of friendship, though, isn't it? Taking two unsuspecting people, and suddenly crossing their paths so that they meet, and unwittingly become friends. Friendships are made through experiences shared between two people, and it is just that that makes my friendships (the ones I have formed through the years) meaningful. I could call anyone 'friend'. I could know everything about this 'friend', and yet if we had not shared any experiences, on what would the 'friendship' be founded?

I may not have a lot of friends (comparatively) but the friends I do have are a huge blessing. I would be nothing without my friends (or the reason I have my friends. You know who you are!), and without them, I would probably not be the person I am today.

Friendship is special. Some friendships may not last forever; some 'friends' may turn out to be your worst enemies. But the friendships that last are one of the greatest treasure man-kind can posses.

Readers, never underestimate the value of a friend.

- Aimee