Many years ago, someone gave me a poem about friendship, but without tell me who the author was!
The poem starts:
"You make friends,
true friends, friends in every sense of the word.
Then . . . .
Then . . . . one day they jouney on and make new friends. That means you have to do the same. You'll find making new friends will come harder each time because there is that terrible fear that as soon as you get to understand each other,
Love the things they love
Anyone recognize it?