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Friendship is a glass box. Small, transparent, where you keep all your thoughts in there, ideas, affection and fine crystal amor.Un where you jerk. Material in which dreams are made. Are portions of your heart that you try not to scratch before. A friend is more than one person. Something that is not physical, something that you always wear. Is that you collect along the way and keep in your box of glass, carefully sitting on his velvet interior. All this for what you believe, as you trust in what you feel. That you find beyond the world. It embraces you when you think you can not more. Something I regret not seeing. Because the friend is not seen, not touched, not smells. Just feel it. And while you are sitting next to you, you never see it as physical matter is. Its essence hidden in the folds of velvet in your glass box. Sometimes I look in the eye. Sometimes you feel your presencia.Sin But the friend is the person you see. Is the person you feel. Is that for which you give everything. Less your glass box ...