I do not care how you look today. Whether you combed your hair. Whether you checked if your T-shirt matches your pants. Whether the leather shoes are shining and new. I do not care if you can’t differentiate between Prada and Chanel, because neither can I. Whether you can pull off playing that Michael Nyman piece on the piano without missing a note, although that would awe me with its beauty. I don’t care if you trip a lot, make things fall and are generally awkward.
I do care how you speak today. Whether you can make me listen. Whether your eyes match the words you mouth. Whether you can perceive this world in a new way. I do care whether you can see the greys without always differentiating everything into black and white. Whether you stop, for a moment at least, to breathe in the earth just after it rains. Whether, regardless of how you dance, you can make me dance with you, however awkwardly. I do care whether you read, listen, make things happen and are generally something different.
That is what makes you my friend.