It was night. After days of pondering, I've decided to tell him the truth. It's a hard decision, because from which ever perspective we look at the issue, it still sums up to the same conclusion-I'm at fault. I hadn't been feeling too good about hiding the truth from him. In fact, I had wanted to confess to him long ago. But many factors dragged us down. At first he wasn't feeling particularly very good over everything that had happened, then he was down with a very serious flu. So we thought telling him then wasn't a good time. We didn't want to worsen his conditions. But never had we expected the problem to snowball into what is is today. I didn't have the courage at first. I never had it... But I knew that the truth's gonna reveal itself someday, and I didn't want to deceive him anymore. After all, friends equate to absolute trust. And deceiving would mean betrayal. Though he's already marked me down as a betrayer already... So I told him, and much to my despair, I lost my best friend. He was my best friend, is my best friend, and I wanted a 'will-be' best friend too. But everything just seemed so distant now. The hatred was clear, despite the fact that he said one day we might reconcile again. He's been trying to convince me with reasons that weren't too convincing, to maintain the distance. I mean I understand why it turned out like that. What else do you expect from a betrayer?Although I've anticipated this somehow, I cried. Tears started blurring my vision. Losing a friend isn't as simple as everyone thinks it seemed, especially when he's a best friend and the only best friend. Tears drip, tears dried, tears stopped, and seconds later, tears drip again. I can't help.With the tears dripping, came many memories we had in the post. Times where we had so much fun. When we started the study group, where we went to a Christmas party, where we encountered problems and faced it together, where we sat front-to-back in class and had our wonderful snacks, where we chatted online despite the thousands of distance apart and the hours of time lapse. Even where there were life-changing adversities charging either of us in the face, we had faced it together bravely, and overcame each. I knew that I had to be the force behind him, I had to give him the support, never to leave him alone, and never to forsake him as a friend. Thin and thick we came through, but today the relationship was broken. After all, it didn't prove as strong as it seemed. He's heartless to do that to me... I know you were hurt too, but I wasn't spared, and I couldn't help thinking about it.When the relationship becomes zero, does it mean that we could start afresh? Or is it just a verbal statement? From hat I see, we had become negative, we are now worse than acquaintance, because you've set the barrier to bar me out from your world.