This is my naive understanding of friendship: Friendship is letting someone come close to you: To the parts of me that remain hidden to the rest of the world. Letting you see the little potentialities lingering inside of me even those that are yet to be/or need to be actualized. For a while it has always meant something deeper: To let you, as a friend, to see with their very own eyes the darkness and light that compose me. 

By doing so, I reveal to you the very essence of what it means to be human, what it means to be me.

But I've failed to have such a person. I have come to realize that I cannot give that. So friendship remains something confusing.  I sat with Abby Achayo, a lawyer and a poet. We talked intimately friendship. We found some answers. But not all.