When we were young we would fall out with our friends over the slightest thing. She took the last jelly tot. He splashed you with a puddle. They didn’t include you in the game of hopscotch. We are fickle beings. We see the bad before treasuring the good.

As we grow older the jelly tot arguments turn more sour. She chose to see her other friends. He cheated. They spoke behind your back. We are fickle creatures. We see the bad before treasuring the good.

When we are old the jelly tot arguments turn to mould. She left me behind. He broke my heart. They were right. We are fickle beasts. We see the bad before treasuring the good.

The thing is you shared those jelly tots with the girl who introduced you to friendship. You welcomed the guy into your life who taught you to love and how to pick yourself up and look for love again because of how it made you feel. They spoke behind your back and it’s just what you needed to put up with less shit in your life. You saw the bad before treasuring the good.

In life a friend will come that won’t ask anything from you, will sit by you whether you’ve spared a kind word or not, will forget when you have yelled because they are making too much noise and will bound towards the door every day for 5 years because they thought you weren’t coming back again.

They will pull you forward despite the beating sun, the long spiky grass, the torrential rain.

They race up and down the stairs like a loony to make you laugh when you introduce your new boyfriend to the family.

They eat any unoccupied food when you’re not looking. They know they shouldn’t but it just smells so damn good. 

They never bite or growl, wimper or leave your side.

They are the world’s companion. They are your best friends.

They are the good that you treasure.

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