The distance eats away at me. I feel unmoored, floating. My best friend is in pain, and I’m hiding
Comfort yourselves, My Nation. Dry your tears. Get up off the ground. I am the One Who turned away from you, and I am the One now telling you to move on.
“I’m frozen,” I confide to a coworker in a late-night email.
She writes back, short, to the point. “Maybe unfreeze?”
I would love to. I would love to unfreeze and pick up where I left off with my best friend of 25 years. But ever since she lost her baby two months ago, I haven’t been able to speak to her normally.
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