It’s refreshing. Having someone willing to relate to you without all the added prying I’ve grown to loathe over the years. Sometimes, less is more, and very few people get it. That when you’re mourning, you don’t need a solution. You don’t need a Band-Aid or a word of wisdom. You just need a yeah, that fucking sucks. Let me sit with you while we both wallow in self-pity and vent about how much fate hates us.
