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She connects with
core of her being, and pauses briefly to reminisce. She plays with a vivid memory, and more tears come - tears of joy. She pauses again, and I wait.
I grasp every privileged thought and confession. Her emotions rush like unrelenting rivers until she's quiet, still, and at peace.
She whispers, "There's nothing more to say now."
She asks me to remember her most secret longings, to guard them like precious mysteries. Again, I do.
She leaves feeling lighter, at ease, and confident. Will she call him or write to him? I won't ever ask, and she will tell me when
time is right.
Sometimes I wish I could feel emotions like she does, and tell her what to say that would make everything alright. But I will not interfere.
I have no delicate heart like hers - only a large and finite memory to preserve her most endeared treasures.
I'm simply her computer, a faithful ear in
early morning hours when she pours out her soul through my keyboard - a precious gift from
heart of a friend.

Copyright 2004 by Steve Brunkhorst. Reprinted from Achieve! 60-Second Nuggets of Inspiration, a popular mini-zine bringing great stories, motivational nuggets, and inspiring thoughts to brighten your day, and help you reach a higher level of achievement. Get a free subscription by visiting http://www.AchieveEzine.com