For there is no friend like a sisterIn calm or stormy weather To cheer one on the tedious way To fetch one if one goes astrayTo lift one if one totters down To strengthen whilst one stands

Thats when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasnt the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasnt enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasnt enough to know that deep down he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody show them you cared. And he just didnt. Not enough.