Friendship.

Just like love, its incomprehensible. Why are we friends? we never really do ask this question; but when you do, you actually do pause and think. Why?

Circumstances. Chance.

Then it hits you. you don't really know.

But then again, must we? dissect such a beautiful thing apart, analyse the very crux of it? lets just enjoy what there is, cant we?

yet sometimes, the heart gets the better of the mind.