I would care. Because I do care. I might have showed it too late, or too little. But I do. Everything is so hard. And saying that isn’t going to make it better. I know that no matter what, you’ll be here, and that.. that simple thing, is something I’ve taken too much advantage on. I hate myself for it, because you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve anything I threw your way. I was a terrible best friend, and even worse everything else. I want to make it better. I want to show you that I care more then you know. These words aren’t enough. We’re all running out of time. Someday, it’ll be me and you against the world again, instead of me and you against each other. I promise, I’ll get us there eventually.