I looked out of the window. The sky is gray. Half frozen rain is falling at a steep angle, tapping against the window like a thousand ghostly fingertips. As i sat in the claustrophobic confines of the study room. It got me thinking about what had transpired this whole year hampered with complications and confusion.  Love and friendship makes up an obtuse portion of our lives. but what if they're not miscible? One can never be as ever phlegmatic in the face of disaster from deciding between friendship or love. No one wants to risk ruining a friendship built with love and memories. Its hurts losing someone you love but which hurts more? Is it losing a friend or a lover? i know it hurts, playing old memories behind your closed eyelids like an old grainy film fading too fast into a series of sepia coloured blurs, weathered by passing time. Feeling the burnt embers searing along the edges of your memories. Sending you into a deeper depth of grief. But is it possible to have the best of both worlds?