Many might raise controversy over this claim but there exists an inevitable betrayal that will dawn upon every human soul: death. I say that it is a betrayal because the very act of living creates bonds between humans that simply cannot be replaced. From the moment you are conceived, you are blessed with the unconditional love of a mother; friendship creates a tacit agreement of lifelong support of encouragement and support; and marriage is the result of irreplaceable love for the spouse.
But then there's Death. Death steals you from everything that exists on this planet; it erases you from the present. And to me, this definition of what death does seems quite befitting to betrayal because you walk off with Death into the oblivion, turning your back to everything you had. Its not like death gives us a choice and perhaps that's why we decide to forgive the dead and ignore the betrayal but deep inside, embedded in our hearts lies the guilt: he/she left me.