Everyday, I tell myself that I am on the road to recovery.

That I am slowly but surely getting over him.

But then again, all it takes is for something small to happen, and it proves me otherwise.

Like him turning up late for a dinner which you had painstakingly planned for you and your friends.

Like him telling your girlfriend on the day of planned dinner that he will have to leave early that night. As with all other nights.

You still get upset that he no longer goes home together with you, no longer offers to send you home like the way he used to.

All it takes is for you to remember that the 2 of you aren't talking as much as you used to, and the tears return again.

Does this mean that even the old friendship can't sustain?

Human relationships are just so so fragile.

And in the words of someone in a similar plight, it's just so ironic that your greatest joy and happiness, and your greatest sorrow and pain, stems from the one same source.

And after all this, he tells you that he's still your friend.

You're not quite sure if you believe him.