In horror, I watch As the words crawl slowly across my screen. Each one painfully ripped from your fingertips. Tears falling as I read of your misfortune. Banging my fists against the screen-- Bruising my hands in my frustration-- Aching to be there beside you-- Yearning to give you comfort in my silence. And yet, I know you don't really need me... Your independent spirit would fight having me near. So I do the one thing that I can-- I send words of my own to crawl across your screen.
Reason for writing:
This describes all the frustration at not being able to physically be there when your best friend is hurting. The only contact you have is through email, which, after a while, is never enough.
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