amigo... i...i

A friend.
A term. A generic term.
What, and who do we consider a friend?
The guy at the bus stop at sits next to you.
The girl suntanning on the beach a few metres away, who looks up and gives you the slightest hint of a smile.
The neighbour whom you periodically meet.
What constitutes as a friend?
A confidant, a person you trust, a person whom you know you can confide in, to talk to, without qualms.
And its strange how sometimes, friends can take different forms. Like the teacher whom I never thought would become one of my closest confidants because we speak a different language.
Like the buddy whom I met at swimming class when I was just 6 years old because I backstroke-ed into her, whacking her on her face by accident, and so having the very 1st word spoken between as as, "sorry. "

And yet, friends betray. They betray. And that hurts, doesn't it? It still pains me to know why friends back stab, why friends betray, why friends break apart.
The hypocrisy of the world.