You meet somebody new,
You like them,
You become friends.
You wonder if you
Are going to fall in love with them...
But that's a stupid question,
Because you have a tendency to fall in love
With everyone you meet.
At first, everyone appears perfect.
Sometimes it takes weeks,
Sometimes it takes days
To see the shortcomings on both sides.
What was interesting turns annoying,
Or you become such good friends that it’s repellent.
You wonder if you aren't as good a friend of theirs
As you thought yourselves to be.
You've become too close than you like.
Somewhere in your heart,
You begin to look forward to
When you'll stop meeting them.
It’s a horrible feeling but it’s genuine.
The moment comes
And u say your goodbyes.
At some level you are relieved,
At some level you are hurt.
But this time, you are clearly glad.
The moment passes and u sigh.
The very next minute you are missing them.
You want to text them, meet them,
Ask them what went wrong.
You feel guilty about having felt glad.
But that's not right thing to do.
Because every friendship has an expiry date
And u have probably stretched yours.
What's the point of messing up those four good days,
Because you want them for lifetime?
And all that for a dead friendship?
Why not just have in ur memory forever,
Those Four Days of Perfect Friendship...
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