The worst part of having long distance friendships
is that I can see them suffering
and I cannot physically do anything to help.
I love my Toby dearly
and all I want is to be able
to hold him tight
and reassure him that he is one tough cookie
and he will be okay.
But he is five thousand miles away
so all I can do is remind him
that there is someone in his corner
all the way across the sea.

I hate flying.
The hour to the Netherlands had me in tears
and clutching my cat plush
like my life depended on it –
and yet here I am,
considering a fourteen hour flight,
just so I can do something
for the person who has always been there for me.