She’d kill me if she knew I was telling you this.
She’s beautiful. Smart. Down to earth in a way that pulls me up out of the rabbit hole. She listens. She challenges. She’s got this massive chip on her shoulder you wouldn’t even notice through the humor, the smile, the ease of her conversations.
She’s also hurt. Hopeful. Naive? I feel like I’m on an Acela train surging through the last few months. How are we back here?
The break up of Dry January and the break up of her heart. The unraveling of her family and the unraveling of her. The crying, the yelling, the carrying from cabs. The selfishness and the not telling her. I wish I could shake her and shout, “Do you even realize?! Do you even understand that you are better than this pain? Do you even notice that everyone who deserves your love is right here in front of you, begging for you step off of this train and hop the one to your bright future?”
If she knew, dear reader, would she step off, or would she sadly wave as this world passed her by, a blur through the glass?
A Chai Tea(cher) 
This makes me feel sad for her. You really pull me in and I want to know what she will do next.
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Beautiful writing
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Creative and captivating. A pep talk and counseling session all in one. Happy slicing!
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I really enjoyed the way you wove the train through your slice today.
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The love you have for your friend jumps off the screen. I hope your friend comes to realize the pain isn’t worth it and moves on.
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MMM I just want her to be happy again. It makes me sad that she’s still so torn up about some things (though others are still understandable)
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