Beware

This is probably going to be a phenomenally sappy post.
I came across a quote from the Winnie the Pooh books by A. A. Milne today, and it said this.
'If you live to be a hundred, I hope I live to be a hundred minus one day, so that I'll never have to live without you.'
And I got all stupid and choked up about it.
I've been thinking about friendship a lot lately, and what it's made of, I suppose. I've come to the definite conclusion that candy floss isn't actually involved.
Anyhow, I'm not going to wax poetic about how lovely my friends are. I don't have a lot of them, mainly owing to the right swot that I am most of the time, and the cynical shrew I am the rest of it, and also because I just sincerely don't like most people, but the ones I do have are the sort of people I couldn't possibly get rid of.
There are the brilliant ones, the ones I love because I admire them, who won't stand for mediocrity, but somehow manage to put up with me, who give a half damn and don't know why. There are those who know exactly why they're in my life, and how they got there, and still aren't terribly interested in giving me up.
And for all the bits of me that have been scattered all over the globe, all the little shards of heart and guts and unsightly emotions, you're still a part of me.
So there, and good luck getting rid of me.
Damn it, my chest hurts now.