We fight. I think it is okay to assume that as human beings, whenever we feel threatened by anything, we express aggression. Some understand it and some don't. That's fine. If we understood, we wouldn't fight. It is as simple as that. Remember that time when you fought with your mother cause she gave you too much food for your picnic. It's not the food but the fact that she is worrying herself so much that bothered you. Maybe we would worry as much for our sibling or friends. At the root of every fight there is love. Love that lays unnoticed for years together. Love that expects and feels offended. Love that is silly enough to demand even from the dead.
So, I would want to fight. It means that I love you enough to fight with you. After all, I would not start a fight with a stranger. In one of my blog posts, I talk about "I can live without you But I don't want to." This is all about that. If you are not there, will I die? Definitely not. But that's not the question. The real question is will I stay alive?