T, When I messaged you yesterday about my friend from work leaving and how I was sobbing over it... I was unsure what your response might be. You didn't give me a short reply but several. The frustration you must get for having to repeat the same thing over and over... But you never seem frustrated. You tell me stuff as if it is the first time you said it and I'm like... "Oh yeah. That's right." I thank you for that.

Towards the end you said, "Do something NOW to distract yourself." It's like you knew that I was in bed crying under the blanket. So I replied, "Ok. I can do that." To which you said, "I hope that's not a threat." This confused me for a moment because that was the furthest thing from my mind. I was reading it over and over trying to understand your question. Then as I began to reply what I was going to do... You call me and said that you didn't get a reply. I did not mean to scare you. I was having trouble writing through my tears. I want to tell you that I have no intention of playing games with you like that but I can't be sure of the future and I don't want to say something that I can't be sure of.

This morning I get a text from you. First, I smiled because I thought, "he's been thinking about me." I hate that that was my first thought. I think it is super cool that you messaged me to tell me to read a chapter in a particular book. You must have known that I was still struggling and that would help. It did help. How lucky I am to work in a bookstore, that we had the book, and to be able to read what you suggested which did improve my thinking.

You went beyond my expectations and I appreciate you, your concern, and your efforts. Thank you.