You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps that is what being a friend means, after all.
. I like you because you’re my friend andbecause you’re my friend, I care. Because I care, I love you. But I don’t love you because you’re my friend. I love you because I do.
Whenever life seems to drift you away from me, I can’t help but cry. You’ve grown tobe a part of me that without you, life’s no more than a desperate sigh. They do say friends come and go but to that I disagree sohere’s my hand, please don’t let go of me.