Sea shell

And she told me how she'd never felt so happy, yet so sad at the exact same time. And I could relate. Because I remember a time when I felt the same way. So instead of telling her all the things I thought she wanted to hear, I pulled her in close, and let her weep in my arms. I let myself take on her sadness, until she finally looked up at me and smiled. And just like that, everything was okay. She knew. And so did I. Love is a funny thing, but we're always the last ones laughing when it cuts you like a knife. She is strong. She is my best friend.