so, my little amelie, you don't have bones of glass.full of life and love from an evening of amelie and a homemade meal of kimchee fried rice and sapporo with two dear friends, i felt compelled to e-mail a kindred soul and advise her to take a risk of the heart since i had not been able to in a similar situation in the past.
you can take life's knocks.
if you let this chance pass,
eventually, your heart will become as dry and brittle as my skeleton.
so, go get him, for pete's sake!
of course i could not guarantee how things would turn out. though the assumption was that the best that could happen would be worth the chance.
and she was bold. bolder than i could ever be.
but still she came the tumbling down. i felt horrible. was i wrong in my vicarious recommendation?
after a flurry of consolation e-mails and chats back and forth, i was comforted with the fact that indeed she really was better off. not for having achieved the outcome she wanted, but for not letting the opportunity pass and expressing how she felt at that moment.
simple lesson, long time coming: say what you feel when you feel it.
on a related note: i have been slacking on my blog game. let's fix that.
