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I have a friend, a great friend, someone I count as one of my closest ones. Yet, we do not have any common memories,(except when we got extremely drunk on a delicious Caribbean drink in her gorgeous flat in Boston, we all thought it was a lovely fruity juice, then the percentage kicked in and we all started to sway) like you have with your best mates growing up, we have shared some really fantastic conversations, but they seemed to be cut short, we never seemed to have finished them. Still she is very, very important to me. Maybe this is what real friendship is about? I do not have to see her every day, although of course I would love to, I do not have to speak to her every day, I just know that she is there and exists.

Hopping around through different countries and living in different places every so often, most of my friends are at a distance, most of my friends live in different realities from me but when we meet it is like these different realities go for a break and we can just chat. Of course places like Facebook, make it possible for me to follow their lives closer and I have to admit, sometimes I just stroll round the pictures my friends posted on their page just to get close to their reality for a while.

So what is it in a person that is not physically close to you, to be your friend, someone close. Of course I have my interpretations. You see, I believe in Angels, and I believe in an Angels many guises. Some of my friends are in my mind, Angel messengers, put on this Earth to tell me something or to kick my butt.  I think my before mentioned friend is one of them. Some other friend have just a piece of an Angel in them, something that makes me feel good and helps to steer me in the right direction. Some friends, now former friends, have fallen angels that fooled me for a while but then showed their face.

In any case, my friend Maxette, is to me the closest to an Angel I can find. Come to think of it, why don’t you decide for your self . . .

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