Absence

When all of a sudden someone whom you've cherished till today for keeping  your deepest darkest secrets buried in their heart, for being the ideal confidante when you needed them,  for essaying  the role of a psychiatrist cum counsellor every time you suffer a heartbreak is about to embark on a new journey in life, you realize that this time, you're probably not going  to be a part of it. Marriage is supposed to  bring certain fundamental,  irrefutable changes to one's life not just on a temporary basis, but perhaps for as long as they breathe their last. Certain relationships become more vital than others, and are undoubtedly given more priority whereas some are compelled to take the back seat. Quite often people tend to overlook this intriguing bitter truth about marriages, that when one commits herself or himself to a lifelong and hopefully everlasting relationship which simultaneously results in a kind of abandonment of old ties. One is no longer answerable to those people  anymore and as time passes the distance between them proliferate.
 You are nevertheless very happy for that person. Their joy is contagious and you cannot help but smile at their anticipation and nervousness. But somewhere deep down you know it will never be the same again. No late night lamenting on how thick as concrete you are, hour long phone conversations that  ceased to end even  after 2 hours, and no laughing over absolutely frivolous jokes on sleepovers. they're leaving.  And they're  not coming  back.
But that's  okay. People don't accept  change gladly when it's  inevitable.  Once it sets in however one has no choice but to adapt. The absence of one person is soon filled up by the presence of another.
And one fine day, everything is alright. You can finally forgive and move on.