I’ve lost two friends, both being taken away by two girls.
One of them had been with me since secondary school days, when we went through dirt and bruises together. It wasn’t the happiest period of my life, but at least I wasn’t alone.
He was the first to leave, straying away from out outings and trainings. Often, he didn’t even pick up our calls or reply to our messages.
Next was someone who I got to know during my JC days. He was full of craps and often helped to organise our outings and trainings.
One man alone wouldn’t make much difference, but his absence had actually made the group quieter, and somehow caused our disperse slowly.
These holes are challenges, which I must fill up, before everything falls apart.