Pretty Prose or Prosaic Verse?

Dearest Friend,
Things don’t always turn out the way you hope they ought to. But sometimes, they turn out exactly the way you thought they would, and worse, the way you feared to even say out aloud.
But, no matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you.
Sometimes, the thorns in the bed of roses make it hard for you to sit down. Sometimes, the silver lining in the dark cloud seems tarnished with the unshed tears of lost memories that will never come to pass. Sometimes, I run out out of tired cliches to write about.
But, unfortunately, dear friend, I’ve given you my hand to hold, and you got to bear with me till the end of days.
The little flame of hope may all but have died. The entire world advises you not to think too much. Because it hurts. I understand, even when noone else does.
It hurts too much to be alone in my thoughts. It pains me to see your hurt and it makes me confused.
…. I never meant this to happen.
Shruti