I want you to be my friend

Someone once told me, in a voice that sounded like comfort, that friendship is where hearts find rest. But when I reached for it, I met people who smiled only in daylight, and turned away when the nights got long. I learned that not every hug holds warmth. Not every “I’m here for you” stays. And not every laughter means you’re loved. Still, there were a few quiet, steady souls who stayed when everything fell apart, who didn’t need many words to understand. With them, I found a peace that felt real. The kind that shows up on tired days, and sits with you until your breathing slows. So when I say,*I want you to be my friend,* I don’t mean to just walk beside me, but to see me, stay with me, believe in me. And when I whisper,*I want my friend to be you,* It’s because somewhere between our silences, I found someone who doesn’t run when it rains. Someone who reminds me that I’m not alone. © Shalom Lights