A friend is a limb, like an extension of yourself.
Always there helping you, sometimes without having to say so.
But sometimes it gets wounded or infected.
If the wound is too much or infection too degrading you have to get rid of it.
At first everything reminds you of it and you constantly think that life will never be the same, and in some aspects it is.
But always remember that if you kept it, it would have hurt you so much more than losing it.