I knew someone was having a hard time.
I wanted to say something without pretending I understood it.
I wrote:
“Your experience is yours.
The pain it brings is shared.”
Then I sat with my thumb over send.
Nothing in me became more certain.
A better version never arrived.
Eventually I pressed it.
The phone buzzed a few minutes later.
I was nervous to look.
The reply thanked me.
No mention on how I had worded the message.
We never know what our words will mean to someone.
Sending them is the only way to find out.
