will you?

You used to be so close to me, yet now, what? I feel your very presence as cold, as cold and cutting as a winter breeze, with an intensity matching to that of the very air.

Why, why, may I plead, have I done? To hurt you the way you are hurting me now? I thought that you'll always be there for me, yet your words seem as fragile as a sheet of glass, and delicate as a baby, as brittle as it may be also. To what do I owe this sudden displeasure?

The tears I have shed because of you simply justify the pain I have endured in this painful, yet unknown seperation. It also justifies something else, that I have placed much faith in you, so much that for me to tear myself apart from you tears also a portion of my heart away. No. I don't want to undergo this.

I miss how you and I used to talk like the differences between us were nothing but seamless cracks that have sealed itself with time. But apparently, they have reopened, only to be an even more yawning and deeper than it ever was before. And this only goes to show that even as hard as I pray each night that our friendship may bond, it may never truely recover.

I did hope that it would stand the test of time, hope that time will heal all wounds. And this also goes to show that the memories of us together will still be held on to dearly. My tears will be evidence to such an outcome.