On losing a friend...

The phone at the other end rang; once, twice, thrice - each time with my heart skipping a beat in anticipation that the intended recipient would at least lift up the receiver. No such luck though, and it went directly to the voicemail. Did not have the courage to leave another message, the folly of the whole thing made me feel let down. Where had we gone wrong for this to pass...
In some odd way I cannot not let myself bear any ill-will towards that person, an individual whose company, albeit distant, I had cherished without any prejudice or ill-intention. I know time is the great healer, yet I still do know that in the recess of my soul the person will always remain a memory, however faint - set in concrete in the stillness of my heart.
I realise the great danger posed in giving oneself to any person - without the assuredness of any return. However my being human is what I am - this I cannot change, however hard I try to be stoic, deep down it does hurt. But such is life, and I will have to trudge along - possibly alone again, but with a prayer in my heart that the person in question has a life full of pleasure and happiness, even though it may not be in companionship with me.
Love is such a strange thing, with its ability to bring out such wonders in people. In the limited time I experienced it, it filled my life with joy and a new found enthusiasm in each and every aspect of my life. I wish and pray that each of you today will someday find true love - and that this love - pure, unbridled and true... will last a lifetime