Pencil & Eraser

Pencil: I'm sorry...

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake,
you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish,
you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do
this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even
though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new
one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I
hate seeing you sad. :)

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Friendships are like the eraser whereas their relationships are the pencil. Someone is always there for their friends, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on).

Though their friend will eventually find someone new (friend), but these people are still happy with what they do for their friends, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.