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 "Not All Friendships Need a Physical Space"

 We walked, side by side, the flowers I picked dangling from my fingers. We talked about nothing, about everything, we laughed. Words came easy, and for a while, the rest of the world just disappeared. No pressure, no noise, no weight. Just clarity. Friendship.

Friendships like this are rare. No expectations, no performances just something real. Light but also deep. Simple but still irreplaceable.  Some of the truest connections I’ve made exist in a virtual space, friendships built on words, trust, and understanding. No distractions, no small talk just raw, unfiltered bonds.

I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate this man more than I can explain. These moments, these conversations....They matter. More than words can ever capture.

For Dan, My Friend

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