Some people say that true friendship can survive anything. Maybe it’s true. Maybe it can survive the test of time, or survive war and famine, or whatever the hell other tests there may be out there, but I doubt it can survive betrayal. Not with me anyways.
It’s quite a pity that a friendship that spanned years and years ended bitterly due to a mere 5 minutes lapse of judgment. But like the old saying goes, friends come and friends go.
Maybe the time is up for this friendship. Simple as that.
I shall not cry, nor shall I grieve, but having been in this situation more than once, I tend to be more guarded than usual. More guarded than is necessary, some might say. The wall that I’ve built around me had been lowered somewhat in the past few years. That wall is now up again, and it’s not just a wall now, it’s a fort. Complete with muskets and cannons.