Regret.

"That's what friends are for."

I believe in that, and say that to people who doubt friends.

Friends, relieve our pain (sometimes) and eradicate loneliness.

BUT

A deceiving disloyalty.

A backstab.

An act of letting the cat out of the bag.

Believing is hard, when these deeds come into action.

Trust... will slowly deteriorate.

Will slowly turn into regret.

Faith in the new, carries 2 outcomes.

Either to be maintained or sojourned.

So...

Being a cynic is not such a bad idea after all... I think.