What if, we make friends, only to lose them eventually?
Is it better to not have known them at all? Rather than seeing someone you know maneuver him/herself out of your life, someday somehow?
Do we replace every friend that leaves with another every time then? Won’t that resemble a vicious cycle? Doesn’t it seem futile?
Occurrences like these over the years have got me thinking, perhaps I’m better off on my own.