Pride

My Dearest Friend,

Now our bondage is fully dissolved, I am yet having a sort of contrition about how we had ceased our affairs, by disparaging all that we had built on common grounds, yet all that vanished over an awful conversation, which we had bartered, despite the lengthy of our good relationship.

Today, as I stand on the edges of a wobbling mountain, and seeing how the days are quite fleeting like the wind, I’ve come to realization and found a time to walk on cold ice, bare feet, letting my mind and heart converse in sincerity, recalling all the past events that suddenly unfolded beneath our eyes.

We were young then, two wild hearts, equally defiant of nature itself, yet we had found our admirable perseverance of adamant tempers, and mastery, which bonded us as a union.

It’s disheartening though, seeing a castle built by two people with hard labor and a hefty paid price, disintegrated into ashes, over night.

Now, I am bathing in regret, when I recall our stubborn prides, the wildfire that burnt down our castle to dust.

Because, now this should not come to you as any surprise, when I humbly say how much I had regarded highly of our friendship, and which I still do, although all that ended over a quarrel of insignificant weight.

In looking back, the degrees in which our last affair concluded, the reasons were quite inadequate, to say the least, even though I cannot speak of with equal certainty of your standing on this matter, how you might’ve measured our discontinuity.

As the nightfall nears by, I found our decisions of departing in our own separate ways to be unequivocally bothersome, foolish, and unnecessary.

Therefore, if I had to go back in time, I would’ve laid my sharp sword down, and let you take and lead the ways, in order to save our longest friendship, which might’ve lasted forevermore.

Yours Truly,

MI