The older I get, the more I realise that friendship isn’t measured by the years we’ve known each other, the likes on a post, or the ease of convenience.

It’s measured by who remains when the storm arrives.

Loyalty is rare. Genuine honesty is rarer still.

Give me the friend who speaks the truth when it’s uncomfortable, who stands beside me when it’s inconvenient, and who stays when others quietly walk away.

Those are the souls worth holding close.

Stay safe

Bc