Words can destroy hope and construct pain.
My best friend, who I talk to most, through text, has just informed me that we don’t really text. So we don’t really talk. So I don’t talk to anybody.
Where are you now, Anonymous?
I have work all day. It’s too bad I don’t know who you are. I could give you my cell number and you could text me to help rebuild hope. I would write with you. Back and forth, tidbits.
Won’t you tell me who you are?