just answered a long email from an old friend, & was completely unable to alleviate any of the pain he's feeling. he's dealing with it well & strong by recognizing the small victories, but he's still hurting.
he was my first love & though the years in between included a separation lasting more than a decade, we are still this close. there was a connection made back when, which will never be broken. in fact throughout our separation, which seemed irreparable, i never doubted we would reconnect. i figured it would be a chance meeting, but the odds of it were improved by the existence of classmates.com. i love classmates.com, in the way only a nostalgia junkie can.
it is quiet & late, raining outside; inside right now i am some twenty five years younger & yet old as the oldest images this old soul can still conjure. age really is just a number, as is distance. we are all connected.
just wish i could have been a little more comfort to my oldest friend.
Just the fact that he connected with you and expressed what was going on with him, tells me that he was impressed by you then, and now...
you know, i'm reminded that i have no answers either. however, comfort doesn't always from from answers. regardless of the quality and effect of my words, i can offer my presence, touch, and time. truly, sometimes i think these are more effectual than my words.