I am trying to write some prose but this is not my own

I got these words messaged to me from my pseudo-friend...what the heck is that?

I mean to call him a pest and a friend. They were not aimed at me, he wanted me to pass the message along, just like a mail carrier and I am of course a willing able helpful body. I don't think they are his own words but if they are--they're truthfully sincere and beautifully penned.

Today you will not understand such things, a true friendship never comes all the times, sometimes, we fall into lust and love....just for pleasure, but friendship is not something pertaining to pleasure.

It is sincerity, understanding and such sincereness and understandingness brings up by few expectations

It is the reality, the level of frienship changes with time, it increases and it also reduces because it depends upon the time we spend together...but at last, we think in our bad times about that person who was sincere to us, sometimes, we could not and were not willing to understand his or her sincerities because of the bleakness created by ourself.

We fall into other things and we forget our memories, but when we get out of our pleasures and things go wrong, we come to know about the right person....that time never stops...it becomes a part of memory...do no make it a memory.