She's wondering how friend-love can stretch across distance, how long she can go without connecting. Her tears are real. So is her pain.
What can I do?
We're here because of a calling, a calling we believe is her calling, too. But there are costs involved in answering a calling. When those costs are mine, it's one thing. When the costs are borne by My Girl, it's another.
I turn her to the only true and lasting Comfort that she has. And I leave her with a Book and a pen. And I pray.
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