For a friend

For weeks I have been unable to speak to you and tell you how much I wish I was near you. How does one tell a friend that the pain they feel will go away? How does one commiserate with a loss as big as the one you have had. To lose someone you love and have yet to meet must be one of the hardest things to bear.
But know this friend - know that I love you. As you are. I love that free spirited, bohemian who sees deep into people's souls because hers is so profound in itself.
I love that beautiful girl who is always ready to laugh or cry with a friend. I love that girl whose empathy knows no bounds.
I wrote this for you because I am too far away to come over and sit on your couch and watch bad television. Too far away to cover you in a blanket and wipe your nose while you cry. Too far away to get drunk on whiskey and listen to your troubles.
So I wrote this. Sweetie Pie - I know you will be ok. You of all people will be ok. You.
No-one knows better than you that life can be unfair and no-one knows better than you how to survive. In all the time it has taken me to finally put my thoughts down about this I have pictured you wrapping yourself in your scarf and stepping out into the cold air to brave the icy wind. Walking tall, going somewhere, being you. I know you will be happy when you get where you are going and when you get there I will be waiting.
To hold your hand, or wipe your nose, or get drunk on whiskey while we watch really bad television. And you know how much I hate whiskey.