Treasures

Caring and knowing are entirely different things.

I have friends who read my blog and are always curious about who I am indirectly talking about in my posts. Firstly, I admire their courage for telling me that they read my blog but I hate it when they ask the 'who' question. Thank you for asking, but how does that concern you? Does telling you who I am talking about convince you that I am doing alright?

I rarely have friends who read my blog and ask me the 'what happen' question. But today, one did. That is what I call caring.

Good friends are really hard to find. I have very few good friends but I am thankful for my bunch of good friends. They are really treasures.