(ex) best friend

and suddenly we wake up to realize that we can't have but a couple of empty, circumstancial words with someone who had grown up with us. with whom we shared either our good and our bad moments. in who we relied more than anyone else. then we are invaded by an imense sorrow, by a neverending feeling of loss. time becomes a time of loss indeed.

yet it also becomes a time of revelations. because a friendship may be built upon many sunny days, but it is only true and strong if it is not reduced to those circumstancial words after the storm. even if it was shaken by every random drop of pouring rain.