Is friendship an illusion? Designed to make us feel like we belong? But really, we never do belong to one person only, now do we? One minute you're best buds with one person, the next it's someone else. Either you fight, have your differences, drift apart, circumstances.
Something/one comes in the way. But we always find our way out to another person. We always do. (If we don't, I think it might be safe to assume it's natural selection acting.)
Friendship seems almost like a parasite. Clinging onto a tree, until you are forced to leave, only to cling onto another.
But what I, and you the reader, musn't forget is, in that tiny cataclysmic (