Oh how I love the love that is stored in true friendships. When someone stays on videocalls as you're bawling your eyes out, one who checks up on you ever so often in a tone that makes you miss your mother, one who lives 834 km away but will always keep a door open for you, one whose love language is never letting you sleep on an empty stomach or empty heart, one who rushes to you in the morning to make you a cup of tea that will most likely be spilled on the sofa and on their feet since your hands cannot stop trembling and you will watch as they brush it off, hold your hands and squeeze you into a hug. And on these moments it would be okay. The world will feel like a cold cold place but a warm hand would make all the difference.










