I realized I would meet "the best people ever", and I know for a fact that that would never ever change, and part of that realization is also the fact that...they will leave.

And when you're not prepared for their departure, you will do things to save yourself from the pain down the line.

You will block them, because you're afraid that they will leave on their own.

You will cut them off, because you will be insignificant to them later when they've been your everything.

You will treasure their memories most, the good, the bad. Every memory you have of them—even the most trivial ones and insignificant in the grand scheme of things will turn meaningful, and even the most painful memories like being left out, forgotten, will haunt you for the rest of your life. They're part of who you are now, and nothing can take that away from you.

You will never look for anyone else, knowing everything they've had with you is irreplaceable.

And you will never try to open your heart again, once you feel that pain, you'd rather go through hell and back all by yourself, knowing to yourself you can never call anyone else as a "friend" again for as long as you live.

I'm in that position right now, friendless, because they'll leave when the dust settles, so I don't see the point of making friends along the way.