A beautiful, smart, sassy, wonderfully bitchy friend of mine is hurting tonight.
I am glad she reached out and let me know. Gawd knows how many manic & panicked emails I have sent her.
But I feel so helpless right now. She lives 2,500 miles away. I would give anything to have a private jet so I could rush out to my "2.0," so I could buy her a new Louis Vuitton, and stuff our faces with ice cream. Or just stroke her silky black hair (we joke about how men think hot women comfort one another by playing with each others hair).
I wanna wrap her up in a big hug, and tell her that what she is grieving will never be okay, and it will always hurt . . . but I then would whisper in her ear that I will always be ready to listen to her grief, and that I will never get tired of it, no matter how many times she needs to bring it up.
It's what I'd want someone to say to me.
2.0's pain is excruciating, and haunting. And it made me take down a prior post, because I love her enough that I don't want anything I have written (though completely undirected at her), to cause her any pain.
I just want to love her and reassure her and slow down her swirling mind.
It's what I'd want someone to do for me.
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