The Price I Have To Pay

I'm losing them.

I'm losing my friends,
For a married life.

This is the price that I have to pay.

I think, 
This is Allah's way to show me,
That people doesn't stay,
No matter how important they are,
No matter how much you love them.

I'm not angry.
I used to understand this concept,
But I guess I forgot about it,
The more I mature  grow up.

I called Ricchan last night.
It's not Ricchan anymore.
He's not mine anymore.
He's Irfan.
Then where does that leave Amir then?
My Psyduck?
I thought he'd always be my partner in crime
The Wolverine to my Deadpool.
But I guess even friendship has its expiry date.
I wasn't ready for that.
I wasn't ready to let go off my sanctuary yet.
My girls?
I understand that I have a leader now.
But I never understood the part,
Where I have to leave my beloveds.

I don't want to leave.

And I see that the people that I put before me,
In anything and everything else,
Just live.
It's like removing a thorn,
After you felt that little prick,
You forget about it.

Allah knew I put my friends above everything else,
Other than my family.
It's a sacrifice I have to bear,
To start a family of my own.

So should I slowly,
Extricate myself from them?
Walk away in a hushed steps,
So they won't realize when I'm finally gone?

Is this a price I have to pay?
For loving other people more than I love myself?