My Best Friend

It kills me to see her in so much pain. She is miserable and there is nothing I can do about it. I am in no position to offer her comfort, as it feels like the thousand miles between us is a million, if not more. So many times she was there to pick me up off the floor...to see me through my darkest moment and even when I went back for more, she supported me. She never said "I told you so", although she could have. I would give anything to be there for her the way she always was for me. The guilt I feel is indescribable. Here I am pursuing my dreams and it feels as though I am leaving her behind to deal with the cold, cruel world of small town quicksand alone. When I hear her crying on the other end of the line, even though it is ever so faint, it rips my heart in two. Not because she cries, but because I am not there to dry the tears and help her on her feet. She is stronger than I ever was. I could not have done it alone, and yet here she is moving forward...one foot in front of the other...never giving up...constantly fighting this battle with noone by her side. I cry for my best friend but in my heart I know she will prevail. She always does, and with such grace and beauty. Not only is she the strongest woman I know, she is the most beautiful. I bet she doesn't even realize just how much I admire her.