Anya had always believed in the power of friendship.
She cherished her circle, a group of people she had known since childhood.
They had shared laughter, tears, secrets, and dreams. But as she grew older,
a creeping doubt began to nibble at the edges of her belief.
It started with subtle changes. Shared experiences were replaced by
individual pursuits.
Laughter, once spontaneous, now felt forced. The easy camaraderie they once
shared seemed to have evaporated, replaced by polite conversations and
superficial interactions.
Anya found herself questioning the nature of their bond.
Were they truly friends, or were they merely acquaintances bound by shared
history?
Were their interactions driven by genuine affection, or by a sense of
obligation?
A turning point came when she needed support during a difficult time.
The friends she had counted on were surprisingly absent.
Their offers of help were hollow, their promises forgotten.
In that moment of vulnerability, Anya realized the stark truth: friendship,
like love, was often an illusion, a construct built on shared experiences and
mutual convenience.
The realization was painful, but it was also liberating.
It allowed her to focus on building genuine connections, based on shared
values and mutual respect.
She discovered that true friendship, while rare, was infinitely more
rewarding.
Moral: Friendship was
another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights.
People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought
together by force of circumstances.
