I had the pleasure of enjoying a rather warm phone conversation with a very dear friend last evening, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.  A connection, a touchstone…it’s strange to me who, as I grow older, manages to give me the sensation of home. 

I didn’t have to explain the feeling of losing a tiny piece of myself when a relationship, platonic or otherwise, takes a sour turn or falls through my unwitting hands altogether.  The misconceptions, misunderstandings, mistreatments I amass are not new or foreign to him, as these are expected trials minds like ours face.  We invest too much; we remain hopeful.  We extend an empathetic hand though we know it is more likely to be cut off than embraced.  We feel too much to fully be swayed from our desires. 

The twenty-first century family unit of like minds has grown, to me, to possess an almost greater value than the assumed bonds of lineage and birthright.  They are the mentors, the commiserators, the teachers, the protectors; ready to rise up to the fight not because of obligation or reputation but because the fight is all too familiar, only now, we find our strength in numbers.

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