when is space too much?

September 8, 2010 will be remembered as the day a good friend took his life. We were all shocked when we discovered that he jumped off from their condo that morning. All we can do is speculate about the series of events or circumstances and the amount of time he spent contemplating the end of his life. And all we can do to comfort ourselves is to create hypothetical situations that would have prevented his demise; if it were really comforting. I have been a strong advocate of real friendship. A 'no strings attached,' unconditional kind of friendship that does not depend on constant physical togetherness in order to allow for some personal space. I suppose that time is invested at the beginning of friendship or all kinds of relationships. Once the mutual decision has been made---that you choose to be friends for life---things begin to change. There is a lot of trust involved. There is a lot of silent disappointment. There are occasions of waiting for the friend to offer his/her time. For all we know, out of the pure intention to avoid being burdensome to one another, too much space is allowed. Space becomes the the cutting implement that cessates the delicate thread of friendship.