Friendly gesture

This entire life saw many definitions of "friend" none so real as this, I have now with me. It was not a definition written, read, or even spoken. His attitude was beautiful, without having asked anything. Not spared the words, said with sincerity. He was loyal, faithful was, without any malice. Abused the frankness saying what was thought, but keeping the finesse, that a lady deserved. He showed me the way that I should not take, because as a bird blind, I tried to fly. In the depth of his gesture, I could understand: You knew much more than me, that I should know. And that your friend I could shoulder, whole, I support. I just wanted to hold your hand. To "friend" does not seek any further definition, because I carry that his gesture and saved in the heart.