One of the most cruel things that can happen between two people is being great friends one moment and being complete strangers the next. And you ask yourself what happened -- was it your fault? -- but on the other hand, you assure yourself that you did everything you could. But that doesn't change anything, does it?

As they say, people always leave, and you know that, but that doesn't make it easier. It's like finding out you're dying, and you know everyone eventually dies, but that doesn't matter. Nothing really matter. It still feels sickening.