I am living with guilt. The guilt of committing a murder. No, it’s not a human being who i have murdered, nor it is an animal, insect, bird or any other living being. I have murdered a feeling, a relationship, a mutual respect; i have murdered a true friendship.

I am the one who always say that i can do anything for my friends and my friends are the most important people in my life. But i have proved myself wrong. I am the one who always used to think and say that a true friendship is far superior to a true love, because a true friendship has lot of different things in it; the feeling of love, feeling of joy and fun, feeling of being secure, feeling of caring and being cared, feeling of importance and feeling of friendship itself, they all constitute a true friendship. But i have screwed it all. I have gone against my own ethics and chose something else rather than choosing my friendship.

I do not want to end my friendship with my true friends ever, but after what i have done, i know i will not be forgiven, and nothing can be same as before. May be we will keep on saying that we are still great friends but i know i won’t be accepted as the same old friend. I have murdered a precious friendship and i do not know how i am getting away with that. I do not want to get away from this crime i committed and i want to be punished for that, or maybe i am being punished by suffering one of the biggest loss i ever suffered.