Can't you feel?
The growing animosity between you and I?
The impulse to shout and swear at each other when you and I see each other?
The lesser chances we get to meet each other?

You gain some friends, you lose some.
Is this the price to pay?
I guess three years aren't too long. It was ended by one sentence. Or maybe one conversation. It is not strong enough to withstand. It was not meant to last. I was the tyrant. You were the silent innocent victim of my tyranny. I was oblivious, pelting you, without caring about you.
You can choose your friends. I can choose the path I want to take. Our paths split.
I believe you are in good company. As long as you are not with me.


Our paths split.
You gain some friends, you lose some.

asda.