Ask me to capture friendship in a photograph,
and I would tell you that I cannot,
for it is not static,
filtered through a lens,
obscured by the eyes of others,
fixed in a single moment in time.

It is deeper, more complex, more profound,
a multitude of a million little moments,
each completely separate,
seemingly fragmented, performing solo,
but so perfectly synchronized,
and orchestra of memories,
collectively assembled,
to form a masterpiece.

It is understanding of silence,
deafening bells to friendships’ ears,
echoing the songs in your heart when you cease to remember the words,
looking upon you without judgment,
embracing all that you are,
and all that you are not.

It is in the silly faces, the fool yourself moments,
the ache in your stomach from bursts of uncontrollable laughter.
It is in the impromptu late night car drives,
singing at the top of your lungs over your favourite soundtrack,
conversations over coffee and catch-ups over dinner,
meeting your favourite author and standing outside doors,
walking aimlessly around London just because,
or drinking a pitcher of Sangria on the beach in Barcelona.
It is there where you find meaning.

You cannot capture the ineffable in-between.

But sometimes…

You can capture a perfect picture,
of a perfect moment,
untouched by the hands of time,
in which you’re reminded of your friendship,
that has touched you so deeply,
that you’re certain
no matter what the odds,
will stay with you forever.