The Wisdom of the Imprisoned, Friendship

I forgot how wonderful it was to bond with the only other one of my species. I had forgotten that there is one other person, in this entire alien world, who can finish my sentences and put my thoughts and feelings into words. My Eldest, my imprisoned conjoined twin, is wise beyond his 19 years.

He spoke of the sacred inner circle of true and few friendships...how a friendship involves very frequent contact because people change...how once in the highly selective inner circle, the friendship cannot ever dissolve, such is the loyalty and bond of true Aspie friendship. We are so extremely selective about who we let in because it is not easily disbanded. True friends are let in to the inner sanctum where secrets and souls are bared. It's like a highly-held covenent. It's an unwritten pact. I can count on maybe two hands, the amount of peoples that I have "let in" during my forty plus years. It is an arrangement not to be taken lightly...because true friendships exposé our very fragile, delicate underbelly leaving us extremely vulnerable to pain and deceit.

The wager and risk of true friendships are great and deep. Rarely is a bond more sacred in this Aspielife.