Into a Cave

The other day finally a dear friend replied my message. I knew that she finally ready to talk again. She was incommunicado for a while until that day. So, I called her up.

She talked about how she was all these time. It's been a tough year for her. How she felt like she needed to go into a cave (if she could've found a real one she would've gone into one), sort things out and be grounded. She said she knew that I understood. I did. I was in that position before, and at that point I was the only one who could help myself, just as she was the only one who could help herself.

It's good to know that she's out of the wood. I've been missing our talks.