What does it take to be a friend?
What does it take to remain a friend?
My husband and I are closer than two bonded molecules. He is my best friend, and one I feel very lucky to have found. He understands me like my parents and my schoolmates never did.
I know what binds us.
I do not know what binds others, and it is puzzling, since honesty and trustworthiness, dependability and common interests — things I always thought were the basis of friendship — seem to not have any bearing on what keeps cherished friends close.
They have all faded away into nothing, vanished like smoke on a windy day, and I do not know why, though it grieves me.