"Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?" This, Holly Golightly says to Paul Varjack (or, to her, Fred), in Breakfast at Tiffany's, my all-time favorite movie
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It sucks. And any words of wisdom that I could attempt to offer - or any psychobabble that I think I could come up with - will just end up being completely lacking in credibilitiy, for who am I to offer sound advice when I myself am stuck in the same, miserable rut? I wish I could console you; I wish I could comfort you somehow - someway, and make it better. Truth be told, I see you as a great friend now, even if you don't see me in the same way. Perhaps it's simply because I cling to this box of chips and wires as if it's the only warm thing that I will ever be able to wrap my arms around... I don't know. I only know that I want you to see that I'm here. I'm feeling the same thing. At least, I think I am. I've been wrong before, and I'm sure I'll be wrong again. But I'm here, dammit. I -want- you to be happy. I want you to feel good. And I know there's only so little I can do over the internet... But don't worry, I'll be there... I'm just stuck in traffic. *hugs*
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