There was a time. When I thought, that I had more than a hundred of friends. I always have known, that I polarize. There is that group, which seems to hate me, and the other group. The so-called friends. It took quite a long time, till I recognized, that only, I don’t know, four or five people think that they hate me. Although, they didn’t know me at all. And the others ar only in acquaintanceship to me. Nothing more.
At the age of fifteen, at our project week in Carinthia, my first real friendship has started. To a girl. Yeah. Everybody says that this couldn’t work for a long time. Well, we had our sexual contact, we tried to be more, we were young, we were stupid. Then minutes before the split-up, another try. And since that time, more than two years are over. She’s still my best friend. She walked with me through my heartsickness, through all the dark times, through the death of my nephew. She’s always there. And that’s why I love her.
And after I get in contact with that feeling of friendship, I got more and more best friends. I don’t know, at maximum, that’s ten or fifteen people. From different places, with different opinions. And it’s wonderful. But my very first best friend has something like a cult status in my life. She was always there. She walked with me through that dark forest and through all the sunny days. She’s great.
We all change. Everybody’s changing, Keane sang. But we are able to renew our friendship at every time we meet. And that’s why, I love all my friends. It took a long time, three quarters of my age today, till I get in contact. But now, I don’t wana miss a thing friend.
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