No matter what, your essence would always uphold from the nub; from my heart to my soul it would flow. It isn't just the tinge of love that we had in our core, but the bond of friendship tightens it more. It is you to whose ears had reached my things of matter. About life, love, home and what exists had never been spared by our long chats. What makes my bosom weap is not the seed that didn't reap, but, the friendship that had been lost.. Somewhere in the murk. The 'dear buddy' occupies predominant character than the one 'being-in-love-with'. I had longed for your eyes hunting through my soul, delving in my heart, conspiring with the smile that shook me deep into the crux. But, confabbing with a dearest buddy had taken over it, almost on all occasions. And made me realize camaraderie persists more value and induces substantial harmony! I left a part of me in you! And you left a void, that would remain barren within my destitute soul, till it ex...