Broken friendship

Unconsciously, as time passed, we have known for a year and a half, perhaps it is destined to change to the end of our friendship; perhaps it is suffering - but this hardship is too great, I Some can't afford it.
When I passed by, I knew each other clearly, but pretended not to know each other, even looking at each other without looking at each other - really tired! In class, I don't talk about her things; she doesn't mix things about me; if I know what's in my hand, I don't even want to take a look.
On the way home, we met - he was on the road, I was on the road. I took a detour and thought I had bypassed her. But - I met him again at the intersection of my home, my God! ! I don't know if this is a narrow road, or a fate! ! I don't know if I was overwhelmed or wanted to escape. I took a few steps back and stood quietly on the side, watching it pass. At this point, my heart is ups and downs, I don't know why! ?
How many times have I asked myself? "I don't care about this short friendship. I don't miss it? What if I don't regret it?" My heart answered myself: "Yes," even though it was quite quite and very angry at the time. ......
However, the memories that we share in my brain often appear. I still can't let him down in my heart. I still say that friendship is invincible. I am now beginning to doubt whether this is the case...
Thinking about it, getting home...

Broken friendship

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