i’d like to share something that a very close friend sent me. it’s something that, i guess is kinda appropriate with the way i’m feeling the past few weeks. truth be told, i have done whatever is written below in the past to some friends who come crying to me about how they were cheated, or to just vent out their problems and lash out at the cruel world we live in. i’m just thankful that one true friend decided to repay me with the same thing i have been doing for others–just being there. i’m still feeling the same as before, disoriented, discouraged, but still hopeful that things could come around and be better, especially that my birthday is coming up in a month. as i lie in my room, reminisicing the happiness i felt the previous month during sleepless nights (days), i’m able to forget all the pain i feel at least temporarily, until reality sets in, and things go back to where they are. frankly, i have no idea what the hell i meant with what i just typed back there, so please, bear with me. with that in mind, please read on….

When no words seem appropriate…

I won’t say, “I know how you feel,” – because I don’t.
I’ve never been in exactly the same situation.
So how can I say I know how you feel?

I won’t say, “you’ll get over it,” – because you might not.
Life will have to go on, yes.
But how am I supposed to know just how it goes on for you?

I won’t say, “the people around you will be a comfort to you,” – because they might not be.
They might not even understand.
They might even be the cause of your trouble.

I won’t say, “you’re young, your whole life is before you,” – because that might not help.
The things and the people that will come your way will fill your hours, keep you busy, even give you sleepless nights.
But they might not be able to replace what or whoever you missed or lost.

You may hear all these platitudes from everyone. They will think they are helping. They don’t know what else to say. Many will avoid you because they can’t face you. Others will talk about the weather, holidays, and the rock concert, but never about how you’re coping.

So what will I say?

I will say, “I’m here, I care, anytime, anywhere.” I will talk about anything and everything – even your trouble. We’ll laugh about the good memories. I won’t mind how long you grieve. I won’t tell you to pull yourself together.

No, I don’t know how you feel – but with sharing, perhaps I will learn a little of what you’re going through. And perhaps you’ll fell comfortable with me and find your burden has eased. Try me.

thank you shandar for almost always being supportive of what i felt. you’re one of the “true friends” i really hold dear. thank you.