We fight. That’s what best friends do, and I wish that wasn’t the way it was, but it is. And that is basically summing up this fight. You do something stupid, I get mad. Want to know why I get mad, ignore you, refuse to communicate with you? Because you are my everything. I would go to the ends of the world for you, and it scares me. I don’t want to be your mom, but I don’t want you to get hurt. You mean everything to me, yet I don’t think what that means. I don’t think you have gotten the concept of everything through your head yet. Everything. The world is big place, a huge place as a matter of fact. But, I would give it all up for you. People, places, experiences, all for you. And it scares me when you don’t consider cutting back on the alcohol or drugs, because I can’t lose you. And I’m sorry for calling you annoying or obnoxious or dumb or stupid or crazy or any of the other names I called you, but it got me so mad what you did. Someone who is willing to give the world for you, should not be hearing from you once a week while you are drunk. That’s not the way friendships, especially best friendships, work. And you know better. I know you do. I love you with my entire heart, body, and soul, and I hope you do too. I know you care about me, I know you do. But, sometimes I forget that, and you’re not the kind to reinforce it. I just miss you and I’m scared for you.