I have this crazy idea that whenever a white feather is found upon the ground,
one is supposed to pick it up*,
and promise someone special to love them as light as that feather,
to let them drift where God calls them
and let them float on the air
and to welcome them back
to appreciate their unique flair.
Loving one as light as a feather means
not to extract promises
or made demands.
Love doesn't have to mean something tangible.
It doesn't need a reason to exist.
It just does.
I found a pristine white feather today.
I consider it a sign from God.
I promised a special friend that I will forever love him as lightly as that feather,
with no expectations or demands.
I realized that we probably share a
beautiful type of love that nothing can touch
because it is unconditional and pure.
It is a type of simple love transcends time and space.
It knows no bounds nor distance.
That is the way that a loving platonic friendship should truly be.
* And wash your hands really, super well....
even if you're not a Virgo with OCD.
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