Sometimes life sucks.
Sometimes life sucks for a friend but you are there for them so they are able to keep their head just above the water.
But sometimes life starts sucking for you before they are able to swim on their own.
And then what?
I guess you tumble down the roaring rapids of life clinging to each other, each taking a turn rolling over to pull the other out of the water.
Each holding on to the other and hoping, hoping the water will calm soon and you can both climb out onto the shore. And stand there holding hands instead of clinging for dear life. And enjoy the sun and the view and look back at the raging river and know that you survived because you had each other.
Yes, sometimes I think it might happen like that. If you are blessed with a good friend.