Her Roads

Seven and i

A big chapter of my life passed
It was the best and worst

This chapter started seven years ago with my best seven people
and ended this week...

I learned from them, they made me feel very happy, I'm grateful to call them my friends and also proud.

But Am I sad for letting it go?

No...

Because we all had different ways

We became way different that let this chapter end.

Multiple promises of not breaking up and staying in touch were made by all of us

But as it shows now, all of the promises got broken.

Like they say
"promises are meant to be broken"

I'm grateful for our memories, pictures, videos, crazy actions, laughs, and tears ...

But I never said goodbye

We never ended that line
But somehow it did

Our story was just like a garden

And we were the gardeners

So day by day each and everyone of us planted a flower in that garden, but together we built a grove,
our grove...

Where we were the coolest, funniest, and the best

Time passed
We became older

Time passed
We became stronger

Time passed
We became meaner and colder

And that grove was left all alone
At the end of the chapter, the members took their flowers, and just like that everything died, they were left with no gardener's.

No one to care for
No one to love at
And no one to memorize it...

Our grove is still there,
But we aren't...

So this made a big gap in my life for about six to seven months

It's really hard to say goodbyes
They were never easy

But the worst is
Being strangers with the ones that you used to call "my best friends".

I'm not an angel, I'm also one of the members, so we can say that I too was a mean line

But like they say
If not death, then it's life

Meaning, if death didn't break us apart, then the Lusts of life did...

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My weeks became shades of black

I feel like my soul is hugged by sadness itself
And I'm too afraid to let it go
Because it feels cold and harmful at the same time
My closest became my farthest
How?
When?
Did I always give too much?
If I did
Then why aren't they replying?
Is this really how the concept of being a good friend works?

I always find a ring or a chapter missing, like there was always something missing, but now there isn't.

I wish I can find one to balm, but since we are all human beings so everyone is guilty.

I will let this day's story end within I keep my eyes closed.

Because I don't think I'm strong enough anymore to see all my parts getting damaged.

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