They say…blood is thicker than water. Family comes first. How complete strangers can intertwine themselves with one another is somewhat astonishing. Comrades at the start, nothing more. Soon, such a bond blossoms into friendship. And sometimes…love.
Though there are those in our lives that deserve a title higher than a mere friend. For a person who cares, and who listens, and who loves; one who is not dictated by society—ordered by biology to adore you…they are not a friend. They are family.
Said individuals are not all too common, are they? These people may only touch our lives once. They may enter for a fleeting second, disappearing and fading into nothingness soon after. But nevertheless they leave a mark upon our hearts, souls, body, and mind. One that cannot ever be erased.
There is a string that binds us together, our destiny and all else tangled with it. It bends and stretches; knots itself a thousand times over. Though it can never break.
We are not a tight group of loving companions.
And we may not be related by blood.
But we are a family of friends.