The fellowship of the three-ring is about to be broken with the upcoming nuptial of one person in the group. Broken, but only to give room to grow up. And grow separately without growing apart.
And I quote: When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
To my two besties, I will miss the dramas, the conflicts, the shoulders to cry on, the shared gossips, the whack in the head, the muffled loud giggles in the cinema, and the craziness we created.
All the best to the one who will start the journey with a new bestie. And to the other two who might've each found their own. Raise your glasses pals, let's celebrate life! *chink!*
Pics courtesy of Friendship Wallpaper
The final fellowship...
P/s: If either of you need a coffee buddy, just buzz me. I'm a sip away, unless I'm in another State or Country. Xoxo.