A friend is sorry
Love and Hate are two very similar feelings. While hate blinds you from something until its past, love pushes you forward so fast that you can’t see it until it’s past.
A friend is someone who helps you out in both the situations. After all, they’re just emotions that describe petty likes and dislikes. But they’re both similar and dangerous. I’d kill in love, and I’d kill in hate. Hell, you’ll say, I’d even kill for friends, so my personal opinion doesn’t matter. But how far is your truth from mine?
Anyways, I’ll rather be back on the point. Well, a friend, apart from being a savior is much more. He’s the one who helps you imbalance the equation between hope and its perfect antimatter, disappointment. This friend would care for you in the day, and continue in the night. He’ll repeat this until your world is dismal no more. I’m weird, I agree. I can be the most protective, and possessive friend. I can even expect to be cared for. Shame on me! Whatever happened to “tu karam karta chal, fal ki icchha mat kar”!
This friend is sorry for not speaking to a friend today, for he didn't know what to say. I just want to say I care for you a lot more than I can say. He’ll stay away, and never bother you in any way, and all this friend can say today, is that this friend is sorry. Sorry for whatever I did wrong, although I wish that whatever was known to me.
