Precious. Precious. Precious.

It's an advantage. Having a limited number of friends. I'd not like very many friends. Because that would spread me thin. Trying to be absolutely true to all of  my friends. Actually, I have many, many acquaintances. And relatively few friends. And I've had only two true loves. In my lifetime. No reason to complain. Because some don't even have one. There's a difference. Between ordinary and true lovers and friends. The true ones are accepted unconditionally. Thereby, taking an extraordinary commitment. Think about it. Accepting someone unconditionally. With all their baggage. With all their shortcomings. Doesn't matter. Because that is what makes them unique. And acceptable. Makes them precious. --Jim Broede