mitch

in the friendship i speak of, our souls mingle and blend with each other so completely that they efface the seam that joined them, and cannot find it again. if you press me to tell you why I loved him, i feel that this cannot be expressed, except by answering: "BECAUSE IT WAS HE, BECAUSE IT WAS I"whatever be the method by which a true friendship is formed, whether the growth of time or the birth of sudden sympathy, there seems, on looking back, to have been an element of necessity. it is a sort of predestined spiritual relationship. we speak of a man meeting his fate, and we speak truly. when we look back we see it to be like destiny; life converged to life, and there was no getting out of it even if we wished to. it is not that we made a choice. but the choice MADE us.OUR SPECIAL PRAYER "these are our wishes, our dreams: that we may always be more than close, that nothing will come between the bond we share, that i will always be there for you, as you will be for me, that we will listen with love, that we will share truths and treasured memories, that we will trust and talk things out, that we will understand, that wherever you go, you will be in my heart, and your hand will be in my hand..."