My friend remembered what I did not have the energy to repeat

Dear Delyara, Someone remembered something tender and difficult about me this week without my needing to bring it up again. That nearly undid me. There is such love in being remembered where you’re still bruised. It saves you from the exhaustion of retelling. It says, “I kept that part of your story with care.” And that feels rarer than it should. I think one of the deepest comforts in friendship is not advice or distraction. It is memory used gently.