your writings leave me lonelier and more in pain than before, even though i always look forward to them. i want so badly to do something for you. and that's how it's been for a long time, far before my feelings decided to leave orbit. i could cry for you if i hadn't used 'em all up earlier tonight, on myself. it wasn't selfish; i needed to cry. this is becoming worse than tangential.
all i'm saying is, i wish things were different, even just a little bit. i wish i could speak to you freely, even if only to say "i'm here for you and won't give up on you. i hurt with you and long to understand and to help if i can. i care deeply about you and your life and your inner and outer well-being."
i'm so messed up... and my life is too. but that doesn't mean i shouldn't care about you. Hypothetica, i am praying for your real-world counterpart, asking God to grant all of her requests (as long as they are wise ones). Holy Spirit, please move Danica to ask for the right things, and then give them to her in spades.
amen
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