“Whacha doin’?” I asked.
“Nothin’” he mumbled, looking up briefly from his work to lock eyes, that warm, friendly gaze ever so familiar.
As he gently tapped another brick in place I continued with my story. It was like all the others lately, sad and filled with heart-pain and lost love. I spoke straight from my heart. The comfort of being best friends for such a long time made it easy to be blunt. He smiled as I spoke, occasionally looking up and mumbling confirmative grunts. But he never stopped working. Continue reading The Love of Friends