Who were those people? What were they made of; what made then real? How did they get love in return? Love for love. They must have found out the secret to simplify this transaction.
Lost! The roads have parted and all of them chose a separate path. For a while they walked with me; and in those moments we lived in heaven. Who would ever have the time to bear the idiosyncrasies of me for while longer than is possible. And who am I to complain if my shadow, even, often, has seemed distant.
But, there is no one long road that we can walk together. If we are to be our selves, it is a truism. But we are to cherish that companionship that we experienced for a few miles, or less. For that has made our journey worthwhile. That is what added colour. And we shall meet the others, the new ones, who will in a peculiar way remind us of our friends. In turn, they will become friends.
But that is all friends will do, they will walk with us for a while, only. If they walk with us forever they are slaves.
Do not despise them because of the length of the journey. Love them for the content of the journey.
PS: Thanks is due to Sahir Ludhianvi, for all that happened in italics in this post.