There's this song on this CD that I love. The Cd is hospital music by Matt Good. The last song is called "True Love Will Find You in the End"
It goes like this:

True love will find you in the end.
You'll find out just who;s your friend.
Don't be sad, I know you will.
Don't give up until,
True love will find you in the end.

Don't be sad, I know you will.
Don't give up until,
True love will find you in the end.

I really like it. Its a cover, the originail is by by someone with the last name Johnston, I cant remember the first name.
Anyway (<babbling again), I kind of wondered how you know who your friend is. I never really considered anyone a true friend. I could say I was a friend to someone, but I counldn't say someone was a friend to me. I have this thing about talking to people, like REALLY talking. I can take anything from anyone, I'll listen to anything anyone has to say. I won't put my burdens on others though. It would feel selfish. I just listen.
Today two of my buddies came over. I had made a pact with myself not to talk to them, so I left and biked down to the river. They found me, incredibly enough. Lorenzo smashed his bike into the rock I was siting on and covered himself in fresh mud. He chased Jesse around, trying to get mud on his new eighties inspired sweater. You wouldn't beleive how quiet it had been before they came.
They're impossible to ignore. They interrogated me on why I wouldn't speak to tham and, by some stroke of God-given luck, they figured it out. It's hard to explain, but they told me they were both done smoking for good. We all knew I would not associate with them at all otherwise.
Halfway home, they cornered me at the library and forced me to spill my guts about everything that was bugging me. I think we all felt better after. Lorenzo gave me a hug, muddying my sweater. Jesse gave me a hug too, then they decided to hug each other, then we all had to hug.
I'm glad I have them. I know I need them, probabl more than they need me. I always thought that if I told them what was bothering me, they'd tell me to et over and quit feeling sorry for myself. People have told "You've got nothing to bitch about, you''ve got it good compared to us."
I always beleived them. Now I know that even though teenage boys dress weird, talk shit and sometimes reek, they can be real friends too.
I love my true friends.