The End of All Hope

I honestly don't think I'll ever see her again. But strangely enough I'm more bothered about wanting a nice clean ending than anything else. I want to be pushed away or told what's what rather than just silence and that faint glimmer of hope that perhaps she'll ring and everything will be alright again, because of course it won't and it's no good to pretend otherwise, but it's so difficult to let go.
Real friends don't desert you in your hour of need, real friends tell you the truth, no matter how unpleasant it may be and whether you want to hear it or not, in short really friends are honest with you and whatever you go through alone or together you know they'll always be there to lend a sympathetic ear or they'll be prepared to give you the last pound in their pocket if they know your need is greater.
But they don't come ready labelled and you often have to find out who they are when things start to go wrong for you. I've said before how much I really appreciate all the people who were there when I needed them and I won't stop saying it. Hey Guys, Thanks for everything.