Good friendships are kinda like paint, you go and when you first get it you are as happy as ever..and while your painting it, or through the years, it gets hard, and it seems like nothing could take it down, then you find a paint you like better, and you cover up it up leaving no trace, but to you, that first paint will always be there if not in your heart, in your soul. And sometimes it seems that you don't want to let go of that first paint, but is chipping away slowly and it seems you have to let go of it, but you cant, cause it was the one that was always there, good or bad, happy or sad, then to the eye its gone but you wont forget cause it was the true friend, er paint.
