You play with fire you get burned.
You shake death's hand when you meet him but you say goodbye to everyone you ever loved.
Sometimes your friends shake others hands ones that open them up to a world of hell for them and everyone they love. They never want to see you again and when they do see you or when you do make plans they forget simple as that. They forget about the plans you guys have to catch up on what's going on in each others life and when they leave you there alone you can only feel a little more hate for that person. But you then start to realize what has become of them since you were in school and with that your hate turns to pitty rage to sympathy.Maybe for this reason and many others like it I still call you my best friend, my bro.