Friend visiting me has been separated from her wife for 1,5 weeks and she’s physically ill from the distress and longing. Like REALLY burn-out stressed bed-ridden ill.
And then there’s me, who has slightly-kinda-sorta missed someone only 3 times (each time a different person) for the past 34 years of my life. Kinda like “Yeah, it’d be so nice if they were here right now, it’d make my day so much better but I’ll survive without them, too.”
I’m starting to think I don’t have a heart.