You know the voice. The tone that means something is wrong.
I missed her call this morning while I was at church. The most wonderful, sincere, honest, and dearest friend of mine is suffering from a broken heart.
She’s the best Best Friend a person could have.
She deserves all that life has to offer.
She deserves to be happy. She deserves kindness, respect and honesty. She deserves to be held and comforted. She deserves to be pampered. She deserves accolades. She deserves to love and be loved.
This situation she finds herself in is unspeakable. It’s unexplainable. It’s impossible to understand. Will my friend find love again?
After our hour-long conversation, I began to question my own situation:
Why am I the lucky one?