1 month.

1 year.

10 years.

100 years.

They come and go.

They make you laugh about the smallest things.

They are like family but not blood-related.

You exchange secrets among each other.

You fight over the small and big things.

You give each other advice for the small and big things.

Friends are the other support you have to help move along with your life.

My friends mean everything to me.

And I would never think differently of that.