To another someone:

I see myself in you, with one detail that suddenly makes my problems seem so small compared to yours. But given that you understand my situation completely, you know these problems are more than significant – and I appreciate that… I really do.

While your process is for the sake of ending something, mine turns out to be a foolish attempt at hope. I guess at the end of it all, these so called “hopes” of ours are never given the chance… and are always diminished to “wishful thinking.” How sad is that, no?

But I refuse to be like the rest of them… and so with sound mind and heart, I’m assuring you that I’m here for you if you need me. Not out of guilt or conscience, courtesy or responsibility. Not to avoid trouble or uneasiness – but because you are, and have always been a friend. And though you say you wouldn’t blame me either way, I cherish you as a person, not a situation.

The cruel irony (for you and for me) here, is that I’m not so lucky as you, with respect to that last paragraph. I guess God is only being fair :)

I told you being skeptical is the way to go: its the only thing that can protect us… admit it. This is just too messed up a world to be looking through rose-colored glasses.

Good luck to us, and all people like us. And more importantly, kudos to people like us! It certainly is worth commending don’t you think?