Friends will be friends.

Rules of friendship:

1. Live & let live.

2. Help and be helped.

3. Should comply with part 1 & 2 of the F rules.

Operation is subject to the following two conditions (1) the subject may not cause harmful interference and (2) the subject must accept any interference received, including interference that may cause undesired operation.

Could it ever be so simple?? Not for humans!! Why is that? Is there a device in everyone that has the simple use of rejecting some rules of relationship...? Let's see, Live yeah everyone wants live, be happy, healthy, be loved and be reckoned by friends, but there is something about this. Why should I criticize the way others live? Am I entitled to do it, if it doesn’t collide with my way of living? NOT that’s the rule, I follow it and like in every part of our life there are some obstacles, but I learned in a more or less easy way that friends can help me pass those obstacles, and in return I should help them pass theirs, well... what if I forget, if I don't get or understand the signal? Should I be punished for that, in my way of seeing things, I should compensate my fault with this friend, but not because I owe him, just because he is my friend, and I fell like, and I should.

Last, fight… fight for your friends, he/she fails U give him another chance, since every time this happens a new stronger friendship will rise! If for some time you loose him/she cos he failed you too many times, apply the last rule.

And be happy.

The girl next seat.

She's sitting next to me, she's relaxed at ease.

She's reading a book I can't see the cover, even though she covers me with interest.

She's paying attention to the reading but also to something else.

She fights within not to look, and she does it.

She's mysterious, or she tries hard to be.

I know nothing about her, but I'd like to.

I cannot catch a sign from her, is there any?

Her lips are simple, the way I like, gentle and tender, warm, I Can imagine the pleasure they can pass, when touched.

I imagine how much they have.

Her face, one simple work of art, that I can only stare at, wish I was blind for a second, so I could have excuse to touch.

We arrive, an intermediate destination till we meet again.

She leaves and as she does, a soft fragrance fills the air, it's not perfume it's mystery, sweet and dark mystery... this one, that must be solved... another day, another time, still on the 7:30 train.