It all kept coming back to what he had done. What my best friend had done to hurt me the way he did. Why he had done what he did. Who put him up to it. The lasting one affects his actions would have on the rest of my life; maybe even his life. Who knew? I didn't. He for sure didn't know. I just wish I could ask him if it was worth it; was what he did worth the seemingly low price of me?