Losing friends

Everything good will end at some point.
My question is, why does it make a person do hard decisions, why does it feel so bad, why it has the looks of a world tearing apart.
Who on Earth would ever want this?
Someone made me part of the world, but now it is only and only up to me if I decide to crush the one thing that held me together.
So why is it that something good will eventually fade away like raindrop in a storm.
This world is one big storm and each of us is part of it just simple as a raindrop.
Some raindrops fall together and make a good puddle, but some...fall apart.
I was a raindrop that fell with several other raindrops, we created a puddle together, together we were strong, together we held even through the hardest winds. But once in a while a puddle tears lose and a raindrop is forced to become its own master.

This was a story based on true facts, thank you for reading and maybe understanding what's hidden in these words.