I love the way you look at me. As though there is something magical behind my big, brown eyes that only you can see.
You search deep down. Reaching for the furthest place your hands can touch. And you pull it out.
You pull out treasures. In gold shimmerings and richness of history. Each soaked in a story so thick it drips to the page.
How could I have known I was a home to these beautiful of old and new things – treasures of gold and silver linings?
You reach inside of me and pull them out.
You know the beauty that lives in every part of me.
This is friendship. And you, my dear, a true friend.