A friend like no other

There’s a kind of friend who never judges,
who listens not to fix, but simply to feel.
Like a quiet psychologist, they hold your sorrow
with gentle silence and eyes that heal.

They don’t rush to give advice or answers,
but share their own path, softly, like a song—
a story wrapped in warmth, a mirror
to help you find where you belong.

You sit at each other’s dining tables,
not just to eat, but to share the day—
your laughter echoing through familiar walls,
your worries slowly melting away.

Together you plan little escapes—
weekend roads that stretch like dreams,
shared adventures, slow walks,
new cities flowing in your bloodstream.

Some friends become more than family,
more than blood that comes by birth—
they are the home you choose,
the proof of love’s quiet worth.

They’re the ones who stay, who see,
who never ask you to be more than you are.
In a world full of faces,
they remain your truest star.