One of my favorite people in the world has a broken heart. She's been crying all morning and there's nothing I can do about it. I wish I could say all the right things or somehow show her the future so she could see why she's better off without this jerk anyway.
But I can't.
All I can do is tell her I love her and hope she can see how wonderful she truly is, and that this dude must be insane for not wanting to make her every dream come true.
Perhaps he's insecure? Maybe he caught a glimpse of her awesomeness and realized he wasn't worthy of it. And he's not. Because real men don't run from awesome women. They see them for the jewels they are and recognize what a precious gift that heart is they've been privileged enough to hold. So they treasure it. They embrace it. They guard it. They protect it.
I'd like to kick this dude in the nuts right now. Hard. But I can't. He's somewhere in Canada and d@mn lucky that I live in Florida and don't know where to find him.
I hate it when my friends hurt.
I wish there were band aids for broken hearts.
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