The first kind comes only during visiting hours.
They arrive on time, offer polite greetings, say a few kind words,
and leave before sunset.
They may be sympathetic — but their presence is bound by the limits of time.
Then there are the others —
the friends who don’t even know what “visiting hours” mean.
They sit by the hospital gate carrying the weight of your sorrow on their own shoulders.
They stay awake through the endless nights of your pain — just to make sure you’re not alone.
True friends never count the hours.
They stand like sleepless sentinels, bearing witness to your darkest times.
And the depth of their friendship —
can only be measured by the scales of the heart. ❤️
