I want to tell you that it's going to be okay, and I do. I say it. I say, "Well, I know you hate hearing this and it's hard to believe but it's all going to be okay."
But I can't fix it. I try to think of something to help and there's that pause in the brain which leads to a pause in the conversation and before long there's a pause of panics and I can't even entertain you with a shitty monologue.
All I can do is listen, and I suck at that. I hate to see you in pain.
If I was there I wouldn't be any better other than I might pull you in close,
rub your head and say listen to this.
And still that wouldn't be enough because I can't fix it.
Today I am grateful for the people who fix things.