It's tough illustrating how much I want to help you and ease the weight on your shoulders. It is frustrating, it is heart wrenching, I really wish I can do more, but this is as far as I can go - to just be there, to support, to soothe, to listen, to understand and to encourage, with no indication whether it's what you need, or what you want, or if it's sufficient.

If bringing dinner to you can help even a teenie weenie bit, I'll do it, every single day.

If accompanying you home even just for a distance would help, I'd do it, every single day.

I often wish, you could come home to me, so I can listen to your woes and assure you things will be fine, so you won't have to travel the distance just to take a rest.

I often wish, my actions, my hugs, my touches could heal, but they can't, that I'm sure. I can't help in a big way, that I know for sure, I don't need you to tell me that. Anything remotely significant or that would make a difference, even if it brings a smile to your face for a minute, I'll try.

I'm not hoping to do something big and changing, but I honestly hope, the many little things could somewhat, somehow, make things seem better, let you know that there's always a shelter away from the storm.

I'd bring you there and stay there with you, for as long as we can.

I want a magic wand, a special power, or simply, a smile to make everything seem to be right. Facing reality, I have none of the above and it pains to see what you're going through.

I'm getting irritated at myself for repeating the same old stuff again and again, about wanting you to be happy, and letting you know I'm here. But that's what I really want to say, and I mean it all.

I'm here if you need a hug, or just a listening ear. 

It's been close to a year now, everything happened so fast, yet so slow, yet it seemed like it only happened a couple of weeks ago. Is it a dream, or is it my fairytale come true?

Maybe it's a test, for you, for me, and for us. It is trying, but it makes the happy hours so much more precious.