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.