The bond that time cannot break

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Let me talk about a friend, because a friend is never just somebody who says hello and walks away. Sometime you meet one person who changes how you see things, and even when you don’t notice it at first, that person already become part of your story. My own amicus, my friend, he is not perfect but I feel like perfection never needed in friendship.

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I remember one afternoon, sky looked heavy, clouds rolling slow, and I was sitting on a bench with nothing good inside my chest. He came, no big words, no advice, just sat down. That quiet stayed with me longer than any speech would. In that moment I thought, verus amicus—"a true friend"—does not need to talk always, sometimes being near is more than enough.

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Sometimes we walk long distance just to waste time. He laughs about small matters, like the sound of chicken crossing the road or the way old man near market shouts. His laughter, simple but full of vita, always drags me with it. Even when my day feels broken, I still find myself laughing too, not because joke was great but because the joy inside him touches me.

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Friendship shows in small things. I recall once my pen broke during exam, I didn’t even ask, he pushed his pen into my hand quick. Such a little thing, but to me, that pen was magnum donum, "a great gift", because it told me he thought of me in a moment when I was stuck. Another time he shared bread with me though he had only one. Those gestures stay in heart longer than fancy presents.

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We don’t always agree. Sometimes we argue over tiny stuff, like who kicked ball out first or who should buy drink. I get angry, he gets quiet, then days pass and suddenly we are talking again. No apology spoken, just natural healing. Amicitia bends like bamboo; it does not break easy.

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He is mirror too. Not always showing me beauty, sometimes revealing my flaws, the lazy side, the careless side. And though it hurts sometimes, I thank him. Through his eyes, I grow. Through his words, even harsh ones, I start to change small habits. Amicus certus in re incerta cernitur— "a sure friend is a friend who is known in an unsure time".

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I remember nights when we talk long until stars scatter above. He tells his dreams, I confess my fears. Between our words, silence, but not empty silence. More like soft blanket that covers two souls. That night I understood why people say friendship is wealth no coin can buy.

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What I admire most is the constancy. The world moves, people come and go, but his presence remains like stone at corner of house, strong and steady. When life throws storms at me, his voice, even small, says ego sum hic—"I am here". And suddenly storm feels less violent.

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I think about this often. How people chase money, clothes, status, yet forget the treasure of true amicus. Money finish, clothes tear, even family sometimes disappoint, but the hand of a friend can pull you when your legs feel too weak.

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Yes, we both make mistakes. He once forgot my birthday, I once shouted at him over nothing. But these moments do not erase bond; instead they make it human. Perfect friendship is not real. What is real is two imperfect souls choosing again and again to stay near.

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In truth, I would say life without a friend is like garden without aqua. Dry, empty, dull. With a friend, colors bloom, laughter sprout, even pain becomes softer. That is why today, when I speak of him, I don’t speak only of one person. I speak of friendship itself. Amicitia vera—"true friendship"—is a lamp burning inside heart, and when night grows dark, it lights the way.

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Cc,
@gertu

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