I have a tendency to hold on to friendships. Once I call a person a friend it gets so hard to have the feeling taken away from me. And add to that I do live in a beautiful bubble that every person has a good side and one day they will show it to me.
A friendship will never prosper without some likeliness, some connection, or just some karmic ties which bring us together. From those early days of shared laughter came growth of individuality and the slow but steady realization of truth. With the shining light of truth, no demon shall lay low. It shall immerse itself in flames and set fire to its cohabitants.
It has been a long journey, but I finally accept my gift of intuition. To go against what others think even if I be left alone. To be guided by the inner spirit in seeking what is required.
The pieces still lay broken, and I walk away, not intending to pick it up like before.