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Pentru mine, prietenia are o definitie speciala. Trec perioade lungi de timp intre revederi. Nu vorbim des. Cand vorbim, spunem ce ni s-a intamplat in ultima vreme. Indiferent cat de mic sau de mare este acel lucru. Imi place sa il ascult pe cel de langa mine. Pentru ca imi este prieten, vocea lui sau a ei mi se pare placuta. Imi place sa surprind oamenii. Cu un cadou, cu o mica atentie. Chiar daca stiu ca poate nu o sa primesc nimic in schimb. Nu vreau asta. Vreau doar sa simta ca tin la persoana respectiva, chiar daca nu i-o spun prea des sau chiar deloc. Chiar daca e vorba numai de o imbratisare sau un SMS cu un simplu “sper ca esti bine” printre randuri. E modul meu de a multumi pentru prietenie. In inima mea, nu am nevoie de minute, ore sau zile care sa-mi masoare prieteniile.

For me, friendship has a special definition. A long time may pass between meetings. We don’t talk often. When we talk, we tell each other what happened lately. No matter how big or small it is. I like listening to the one next to me. Because he is my friend, his or her voice sounds pleasant to me. I like to surprise people. With a gift, a small detail. Even if I know I won’t get something in return. I don’t want that. I just want them to feel I care, even if I don’t say it too often or say it at all. Even if it’s only a hug or an SMS with a simple “hope you’re ok” somewhere along the lines. It’s my way of saying thank you for this friendship. In my heart, there are no minutes, hours or days to measure friendships.

 

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