Damned if I do, Damned if I don't.

There's this empty hole in my heart, and no matter how hard I try to fill it, parts of it are still empty... for awhile, at least.

I called to see how you were; scared to hear you're not doing so well, scared to hear that you're doing well indeed. Sure, I knew what I was getting myself into when I pressed the "call" button on my cell phone. My compassion outweighed my logic, and I admit: it was real good to hear your voice on the other end.

Even still, the only thing I could offer you were the words, "Be well."

Be well, J... be well for you.