extracted from xian wei's blog:
i found it extremely meanginful

Relationships are a funny thing. You spend a good part of your life sharing it intimately with someone, exposing your vulnerabilities and flaws and accumulating photos and trinkets. You eat, drink and sleep with him, and your insurance policies even name him as a beneficiary.

He/she is everything to you. But when it ends, it stops existing almost immediately, cruelly refusing to take into account the memories and times spent together. Photos and home-made videos are packed up into boxes and banished to the back of the wardrobe. Gifts you received from each other lay stored in the safe.

And even if you're still friends, that friendship has to be worked on because occasionally, hurt and pain creep into its fabric and tug at it ever so slightly. There is never a happy ending to a relationship, although the love that you had for each other now manifests itself simply and brotherly and will always and forever exist.