There's a special kind of comfort to be found in old friends.
I'm talking about the friends you may have lost touch with, the ones that maybe you don't talk to on a daily, weekly, or even monthly basis. The ones that you used to know well, but life got in the way and now you struggle to remember the last time you heard their voice. The ones that kind of come and go with the seasons or the years.
But even as they come and go, they seem to always be there when you need them. The day you had exciting news to share. The day your heart was broken. The day you had that panic attack. The day you were lonely beyond words. The day you just needed to hear the honest-to-goodness truth. The day you needed a hand to hold.
They know who you are. They know who you're not. They know where you've been They'll be with you wherever you end up. The honesty that comes from those simple things is an absolute treasure, one that I take for granted all too often.
So here's to those friends. You know who you are.