My friend

This is my blog. Sometimes I talk to people through my entries. Sometimes I'm mad at them. Sometimes I feel they are pathetic. But on days like today I need to talk to my dear dear friend. No names of course, but she'll know. I know she'll know because I just know. And I want to tell her that she's worth such a lot. She's worth the sun, the moon and the stars. It's not everyday that you come across a woman of substance, such a worthy friend who doesn't know her worth. Because she's good, you don't get any more good (yes I know it should be better), than her. How can I show her the way to go without threatening her. I know she's scared, that's because she's in pain, and pain feels so much like fear. I know she's at the crossroads called... how am I going to make it? And I want to take her hand and tell her, that it'll be tough for a little time. But it's tough anyway right now. I want to tell her that I will be there every step of the way. I will cry with her, curse with her. Because I've also laughed with her. And she with me. I wish I could make the pain all go away, but we're going to have to work through it. And I want her to know that I don't think she's a failure just because she thinks she never learns. Being good inside is not a flaw. It makes you cry sometimes, I know. But what about sharing the tears? I'm willing, every step of the way. And I mean it dear. Let's half this fear. Please.