To be honest, walking down the same old path you used to take with an old friend is the most painful thing i could ever imagine. Well, next to death.
The pleasant memories keep on surfacing and you have to fight the urge to call that friend.
Because you promised him and you promised yourself not to.
Also, here's another thing, as time goes by, you didn't really stop loving him. You could NEVER stop loving a person. Especially an old friend.
It's just that, you get used to the pain and you aren't bitter about it anymore.
Am i right?
Well, i'm not right, but maybe i wasn't entirely wrong.
Right?
