It was…

It blossomed from a bud, born through an unexpected series of events. That was our friendship. It was cultivated through years of mutual respect and support. Each year, the vibrant colors of affection lasted through the spring, defying the changing seasons of fall and harsh winter. Then one day the colors slowly began to fade, showing signs of faltering, yet remained resilient.  Try as I might to irrigate it with laughter and communication, the petals of our connection died and fell. Eventually, our once flowering camaraderie dried out to the root, withering into the dusty memories I now cling to. The reminiscence of what once was is a contrast to my current state of loneliness. Once touched by the wonderful gift of friendship, my heart now feels the curse of emptiness in the place you once occupied. I will miss you dearly. Yet, I know good things often end far too soon. But it was good while it lasted. It was good. It was…