My friend remembered the part I was too tired to explain again

Dear Delyara, That kind of care nearly undid me. A friend remembered a difficult context without my having to rebuild it from the beginning. She knew what kind of week it had been, what kind of tiredness this was, what part of my story the current moment touched. She didn’t make me retell the whole thing in order to deserve gentleness. I think one of the deepest comforts in friendship is not being freshly introduced to yourself every time. Memory used kindly is one of the most beautiful forms of love I know.