I fought for the friendship.. strived for its revival..

talked..texted and was still ignored..

I knew he needed me..I knew he was sensitive

knew he could be manipulated..knew his purity was fragile..

But after a certain point..u just need to stop being a good friend and wish Farewell

and amongst all this.. amongst being a good friend..

I completely forgot that he was supposed to be my friend too..

that he was supposed to care..

he said he loved me..more than once..

but now I can easily say that my friendship was much stronger than his love..

He failed all he said.. just because I did not feel the same

He failed his friendship and most importantly..his true self

I know it was difficult.. but he wasn’t the only one who felt like it…

he wasn’t the only one who lived like it..

I lost a friend.. in the pretense of a heartbreak.. 

and the love won once again..killing the soul of our high faith