I once thought that friendship would hold each other tightly like a dream catcher.
It wasn't until we drifted apart that I realized, as if I were waking up from a dream, that we all have loose threads, no matter how big or small.
Those last bits of self-esteem have left us with no tomorrow and no future for each other in our lives.
Time cannot be turned back and memory is eternal.
Purpose: The loss of friendship and the choice of reconciliation