The Text Message

She absentmindedly toyed with her empty coffee mug, spilling a few sticky drops on her desk.

Her phone buzzed. She fidgets. The text message had her blushing.

She gingerly typed in a short reply.

"Oh, no-one special," dismissing her friends' curiosity.

But, the look on her face gave her away.
Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.
~Rainer Maria Rilke


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