I generally suspected that on the off chance that I could clutch a companionship sufficiently tight I could never lose it; however regardless of how tight I hang tight, a portion of those fellowships still sneak past my fingers.
The way kinships end is frequently like the way connections end. The ones that were never as solid as we thought blur and break down without an excessive number of hard sentiments, and we can think back on the great circumstances affectionately. Some explode wrecked of tears and shock that we would rather overlook, and some come surprisingly like a slap of super cold water in the face.
Despite the fact that I have floated separated from a portion of my companions, I am thankful for the brief time frame in which I could call them close mates and for the constructive impact they have had on the individual I am today.