When we first got together, I thought it was for eternity.
Meeting every day, talking for hours on the phone and sharing everything with each other, we were completely inseparable.
With each other around, life was indeed beautiful. We didn't need anything or anyone else.
We were happy. We truly were. Or, so I thought.
Because one day, it all fell apart. Within minutes, it was all over.
We were over. For good. I'd never imagined it would hurt so much.
It hurt more than it did when I had a break-up.

You share everything, literally everything, with a friend.

There are no secrets with your best friend. No past lurking in your present. Nothing to be hidden for fear of offence or disregard.

Your best friend sees you at your worst best and still loves you. He/she's with you when you're nothing and still, stands by you.

And when you break up with your friend, you lose a part of your life. The part where you weren't anyone special. Where you weren't responsible or mature. Where you were carefree.

Breaking up with a friend results in breaking a chain of memories. A chain that'll never, ever be fixed.

Yes, breaking up with your lover sucks.

Love isn't an easy emotion. It's complicated, rigid and crazy. Your lover can either make you fly or brutally tie you down. And breaking free from some those bonds is rarely easy.

But friendship never came with a spoken bond. It just happened. And slowly, that friend overtook your life, making a space that was indefinable.

When you break up with a friend, there comes a vacuum, an empty space.
A space that won't be filled. Not in one lifetime. Not so easily.