End of a chapter .

I will never forget the last drive home . The mingle of anger and sadness . It was always going to end and I hoped we were still friends . Outsiders always change circumstances .
To write it down the incident would appear so trivial . The accusation was groundless and of course I denied it .But to even suggest it will never be forgotten . That was my tipping point . The moment the apple finally turned rotten ...
There was a real melancholic feeling as I drove away . I did not look in the mirror . I wanted to remember all the happy days I had enjoyed .
But I now wanted , No part of their future . 

Life has chapters . People and places that run through it like a stream . There are many that dry up and wither .
Only a few get to the sea .