Okay, so you know what? You were right. It was me. I was the one that poked you in the eye. It was me. Unashamedly, unabashedly, it was me. Why? Not because I wanted to…and certainly not because I thought it would be fun. I poked you in the eye because someone had to and it might as well be me. Because friends don’t let friends lead unaccounted for lives…and because I loved you enough to do it. You were becoming someone I couldn’t recognize anymore. Someone I’m not so sure you could even recognize if the truth be told. So, I poked you in the eye. I knew the risk. I had no choice. I loved you too much to let it go. I hope and pray that one day you will come to realize why I did what I did. I hope and pray that when your vision clears, you will see me, your friend, still standing by you, still believing in everything you worked so hard to become. I hope and pray that you will see that I poked you in the eye because I love you still today just as much as I did that day…nothing more, nothing less. I hope and pray that you still love me enough to poke me in the eye when I need it. I hope and pray.