Love is like water; We can fall in it. We can drown in it. And we can’t live with out it.
"You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."
This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.
I'm afraid the same goes to friendship. Sometimes it's really hard to tell why you just can't let someone go.. Or in my case, have their own life.. Maybe I'm just being me. Insecure. Selfish. Plain selfish.