For me, a true friend is someone royal—with an honest heart.
Royalty—not the crowns and castles kind, but the kind that carries dignity, loyalty, and unshakable value. The kind of bond that isn’t swayed by social rules or the whispers of the devil—those quiet temptations to betray, compare, or compete. Real friendship rises above all of that. It just is.
And then there’s what I call the honest heart. Not the honest mouth—because let’s be real, most of us aren’t sitting across from a friend hoping to hear brutal truths. What we crave is empathy, not judgment. To feel understood, not corrected. A truly honest heart doesn’t say everything it thinks—it knows how to hold the truth gently. With care. With love.
I believe these two qualities—royalty and an honest heart—are more than admirable. They’re vital. But I’ve been wondering lately… what if I’ve set the bar too high? What if, in holding so tightly to these ideals, I’ve made it too hard to let people in?
Because if I’m being completely honest—with myself and with you—I can count just one friend who truly fits that definition. One person who’s been consistent, loyal, and kind-hearted through it all.
And you know what? I’m grateful. Deeply.
There’s a saying that goes, “Anyone who has at least three friends is successful.”
It refines how hard it is to find even one person who truly, wholeheartedly cares. Who sees you without an agenda. Listens without judgment. Stands by you without flinching.
Yes, that kind of friendship is rare.
And maybe, that’s enough.
A journey in ink 
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