Here are a list of things I wished I could've done when you were still alive:

I wish I was a better person towards you
I wish I hadn't put my priorities ahead of me, so much that I neglected yours
I wish I wasn't such a bitch to you
I wish I didn't have to go out on all those late nights and have you to worry about me
I wish I wasn't so headstrong about my views
I wish I appreciated your advice and showed you my appreciation
I wish I hadn't shunned you for all the things you couldn't understand
I wish I hadn't criticized you for all the things you lack
I wish I hadn't underestimated your ability in showing how much you care
I wish I wasn't so ignorant of how you felt
I wish I could tell you I love you every single day
I wish I could laugh with you more
I wish I could've been there when you needed me
I wish I could've held your hand as you drew your last breath

I barely knew you. To think that we actually used to sniff each other's cigarettes, tickle each other all over and debate about our matter-of-fact opinions as if our pride is something unbreakable. How much does your own pride mean to you? Is it so important that you'd rather uphold it against all odds, for its own sake, rather than accommodate and sympathize with the plight of someone's else's endeavours? Someone who actually means a great deal to you. Was she really worth the trade-off?