I cry for you today, my friend who must endure such pain. As we all know, at times like this, words, the armor of the English major, fail us. I can tell you that I have been through this, that I know how you feel, and that statement is both true and untrue. I have experienced this, and I have no idea how you feel. I cannot understand that mourning that goes into a relationship I have not experienced. Your strength and vulnerability amaze me. Though these words are nice, what do they matter? I admire you many days of the year, and my admiration doesn't change reality. I want to say something hopeful to you, and yet I, especially, am not the woman to tell you that God might still work miracles, though he could. And yet, I believe that God can do anything He wants. These words break my heart, because it is so scary to be at the point where our only recourse is God. I don't know what to pray for, but I do know that I want your heart to be ok. I love you.