He thought about this for a second. “True. But if you never really make friends, you probably don’t have anyone to be your 2 a.m. Which would kind of suck.
I just looked at him as he stirred his soup, carrots spinning in the liquid. “Your what?”
“Two a.m.” He swallowed, then said, “You know. The person you can call at two a.m. and, no matter what, you can count on them. Even if they’re asleep or it’s cold or you need to be bailed out of jail…they’ll come for you. It’s, like, the highest level of friendship.”
― Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye
i consider myself lucky and blessed to have my two a.m.s; the people who i know beyond a shadow of a doubt will leap over rainbows and scale clouds to get me, at two a.m. wherever i am, in whatever circumstances i find myself in.
thank you, thank you, thank you.