I can't help it. I really can't. My possessiveness, I mean.

You mean a lot to me. I really don't mean to be over-protective; you're your own person and I know that. But I feel like you're losing you.

This isn't the first time this has happened in history; seemingly perfect friendships just fall to pieces. Sure, we did have our faults and differences, but they were accepted as part of our perfection, because, after all, nothing is perfect. I know people grow up and friends part ways. I know it happens to everyone at some point. I've learned to act as though tomorrow, every good thing will come to an end.

But although they say forewarned is forearmed, having a weapon on a battlefield doesn't dull the pain if you lose an arm.

If I were to have a greatest weakness, it would be this; my attachment to those who mean everything to me.

Pain is absolute. It will always be there, somewhere in the world. Pain is also overwhelming. While in pain, the only thing that exists is pain. Love, hate, friendship, anger. In pain, they fade always to a whitewash of nothingness.

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last

Emotions don't have words. Words are just a human's rough way of portraying our thoughts. I miss you. I know you're fading from me. I feel lost, I just need you; there aren't any words to describe the inner aching and hole in my life. You brought me up when I was down; you brought me down when I had left earth. Now I'm floating away without you, no direction, just totally lost.

I'm losing you and its effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground

I almost want to hide you away where it's just me and you. I know better then that, though. If I had the opportunity to do that and accepted, then you'd hate me, which I couldn't stand for. And spending eternity with someone who hates you is hardly ideal.

There was an old rhyme we said in pre-k.

Make new friends, but keep the old!
One is silver but the other's gold!

Golden Pair forever.