I want to help him, but I think I won’t do it by comforting him. He’s had enough self-pity. I think what I could really do for him is be his friend – a true friend. His trusted friend.
Someone who’ll see beyond his pretentious laughter and smiles and still accept his pretentiousness.
I could be the friend he’ll meet on the subway and become the reason he’d change his whole schedule.
The unexpected happening he’d want. Gladly, I would be.
Even if just for a day.