There are faces we share only with our deepest friends.
The stories of our lives.
A friend knows it and has saw through them not in a judging way, but in a more clement and lovely “I know you” way.
Few days ago my boss dearest friend was in town and he was such a nice guy, and he told us about the time my boss was much more hot-tempered than now.
He described him in a way that was so human, so natural, that made me thinking about the face only this kind of friends do see.
It’s not the story they tell, it’s something that goes beyond that and that will stay with them for all the time in their lives.