To My Friend Going Through a Hard Time

I always say that if someone hurts you, they’ll have to deal with me. That’s not entirely true, though. You’ve been hurt by boys and by life, and there’s not a whole lot any one of us can do about that.

I’ve dedicated quite a lot of time thinking about your situation, dear friend, and how I can’t imagine what I’d do if I were in your shoes.

I hope you’ll forgive me for never being able to say the right thing. It’s almost in my nature to forget how to react socially when times are hard. I don’t know what to say to you because I cannot fathom your pain.

Losing what you think your homelife is wouldn’t be easy. Luckily, I never had to deal with something like that. My parents were separated long before the time in which I can remember.

Being almost 20 and seeing your home divided through divorce is a pain I cannot imagine. This is not to say that your parents are doing anything wrong, of course. Ending a relationship when it isn’t functional is the only proper thing to do. That’s not to say it doesn’t hurt.

I’ve seen the pain divorce brings a family. I’ve never experienced it firsthand. I just know that these sorts of things hurt a lot worse when you fully understand it.

This letter is to you, my friend. I hope you see how much I adore you. I hope you see that I want to help, but I don’t know how. Not only are we divided by distance, we are divided by experience.

I want you to come to me for anything you need, but I know it’s harder to text someone for support than it is to go to your friends that are near you. I won’t be hurt at all if you find comfort in absolutely everyone around you, but you know that.

We normally resolve sadness by shopping together, but I have a feeling this is something that won’t be resolved by some retail therapy. I’ll be around for all of your grief.

I love you, friend. Best wishes on this change in your life, and know that I’m here for every second.