I wish you the best. I wish your feet would ache from standing too long and working too hard. I wish your chest would tighten from too much laughter. I wish your back would hurt from spending all day helping a friend move. I wish your eyes would burn with tears from seeing your loved ones achieve their goals. I wish you the best. But none of this will ever happen. You’ll stay at home and make your excuses, and in the end your body will swell, not from adventure and love, but with diabetes and fat. I wish things could be different, but you never change. You were never there when I needed you most, and you won’t be there when I need you again. I’m done with wishful thinking. You make your choices, I’ll make mine. I wish you the best.