If I could, I’d take it all away. I’d take your tears, your muffled screams, your aching heart and all the sorrows that this world avalanched onto you. I’d take it all away and trade you all my joys, my smiles, my laughs and love so you may know what’s it like to feel alive again. But… I can’t. Life doesn’t allow us to trade emotions once they’ve been dealt out. You must play the hand you’re given and by luck, hope that it’s on your side some of the time. What I can offer as a bid though, is I can at least sit with you through it. I can look at your hand and you can look at mine. We can whisper what one might do and hope the dealer doesn’t hear us. Casually throwing out the old memories and being dealt new ones and over time curating a new hand that by luck, life may have been on our side. At the end of our game we might curse at ourselves for losing but… at very least this life dealt me, you.