Oh, sweetie, I feel awful.

I'm a lousy friend, not checking your LJ. *sighs* Gosh, I feel awful.

I'm so very sorry. Utterly sorry. I don't think I can express how bad I feel at the moment, for you, and for the fact that I was so happy for you. God. I feel horrible.

I'm babbling right now.

I was just thinking about you this morning, and then it hit me, that there was the possibility that, by the time I reach home and check out your LJ, it might be over. I couldn't focus at all through my class.

*hugs*

I wish I could do more, I wish I could tell you something, or do something. I can't. I don't think anything I tell you will work, or make even a dent on what you're feeling. I can only tell you that I hope, with all my heart, that you have better luck next time.

I can't think. I can barely breath. It hurts, and I don't even know you. I wonder just how bad it'd hurt if I had heard your voice, or gone out for pizza with you, or gone shopping with you. I'd think I'd be devastated.

I hope you read this, and it at least makes you feel like you've got someone on another continent wishing you the best. I don't think it could do anything else.

*hugs*

I love you. Just... take care. Forget everything for a while, and just take care. Please.