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A Part or Apart?

m in a certain upheaval.. two girls i have know for a year , 
were bestest (oh yea bestest is now a word) of friends . you know the kind you 
always imagine in a pair , the kind who will always laugh together , cry together 
(hope it never happens) the one pair to joke together and the one pair to work together ...  
like socks (weird analogy ... lemme try again) .. a keyboard .. 
now with the keyboard you just assumed the mouse yourself didnt you .. 
Thats the kind of friends they are. We being humans always have a tendency to create differences .. 
we have never heard of a son who never fought with his mom , 
a daughter who never complained to her dad , 
a brother who doesnt defy his sister or brother.
We have believed that we get to chose our friends but there is always a time when we reach an impasse with those FRIEND(s) and it is inevitable that we eventually lose em . why do we let such a thing happen .. because the other one doesnt wanna stick to us. we are masters of our own  fate and our own mind , you know we called him or her a friend 
because they no longer have a name for us .. its oye ,oi, kamine/kamini, kutte/kutti , 
pagal and jhalle/jhalli now. 
As we have a choice we can always chose to be "apart" or to be "a part" to their life . 
I dont have a say in this particular matter because 
i can speak to none and for no other but its upto you 2 . 
I read it once in 8th standard it was a 
"doha by Rahim "
"Rahimn dhaaga prem ka mat todo chatkaye , 
tute te phir naa jude .. 
jude gaanth padi jaaye" 
i dont know you might be thinking "easier said than done ".. 
well i guess we all have our opinion 
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