Change

"Love is not controlled by gender.: People change. Feelings change. It doesn’t mean that the love once shared wasn’t true and real. It simply just means that sometimes when people grow, they grow apart."

.....500 Days of Summer

Explaination

Apart of myself died, when I lost my friend on that gloomy mid November night. He had lost himself, by being consumed in the past and he paid for it with his life. My friend was the one person who knew me, better than anyone else. He made my days always shine slighty brighter. But I failed as a friend to see his pain. Our friendship did not save him from his death. My heart had been broken before, but not till this extent. I had sobbed the entire night, telling myself I had to let him go. I never told anyone bout my bleeding heart. I lost my humour in life, when life had not been kind to my friend and I. After a month, I have become bitter and cold. - No saint here -

Bitch slap

November had been a difficult month with the departure of my closest friend. I have missed him so much over the month, but yet i think of him more and more often. I cant help but to blame myself that I could have saved him from death. - No saint here -

Why do I feel uncertain about expressing my voice? Have things change so drastically that I can no longer recognise you? Or was it me who has changed? As my friend, tell me you would fight for me. I might need you to trade your life for me. - No saint here -

Housing my friendship

We took the time to reflect and decide if we wanted to build a house. A simple house would suffice. But as we aged, we laid the bricks by setting a strong foundation. The base had taken years to build but it was worth it. Once we decide it was time to expand, we carried out building and even connecting the dwellings. One day, you came back and told me of a horrid incident and I could see the facade tear. The connecting area left to ruins. There was a door shut tight on my house. I heard you knock, but I lay there crying. Soon you gave up, and closed your door at the end. The houses we built did not stand the test of time. We were not strong enough as individuals to commence the building. For now, I cannot allow myself to knock your door to see how you are. We have been torn to become different people. This is what our friendship has become.