i wanna hold your hand...

there were these 3-people, travelers if you will passing in the street. they weren't just any travelers. they were familiar pedestrians not to me, but to each other. how do they become that? the two guys were almost heroic. in the mind of the lady these men were part something greater than just friends, they were people she missed. people who had so much intrinsic value that a simple cordial handshake wouldn't be enough to solidify the bond. a hug was the least appropriate necessary affection called in place. yet, sitting there, i still wondered how did they get that way? they knew each other. they shared stories, their lives, their hearts. they were a stable part of their lives. a staple so to speak. i move around. a lot. i have that with a few. not to many. not on the heroic level. what about you? i think the answer is within this thought.