The Power of Friendship Guy (but he's right)

You'll find me where people still believe in 'just showing up'—a corner café, a quiet park, somewhere with enough light to see the expressions on the faces of those who still speak truth without a net. I don't carry much—just a cup, a hoodie, and the stubborn belief that the people who already stand beside you are all you need. I've been called naive, soft, even dangerous when I insist that love is the sharpest tool there is. I don't mind the names. They're just noise.