Last night I received a call from a widowed friend, who needed someone to talk to. She was hesitant to come clean, because she was embarrassed, but finally she admitted she had her first crush on a guy since her husband died a couple of years ago. She was conflicted about loyalty to her dead husband and her interest in her friend, but I pointed out that her husband would've wanted her to be happy. After that I just listened to her talk about her crush like when we were teenagers. I'm sincerely happy that she has sort of come out of the slump of depression since her husband's death. She then said, "I'm so happy you didn't laugh at me and just listened." I guess that's what good friends do.
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