"Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold."And today, the song makes me sad. This friend thing? How come I still believe every friend is perfect?
Or why do I think people I spend time with are friends who won't harm me. It is scary how long some people carry a grudge or how quickly a new person enters your life enough to stomp your heart flat (thank you Steve Goodman for giving me such a visual representation of hurt.)
More verses are needed. Perhaps, several on keeping friends after making them.
This blog post started on FarmVille.