Happy things will come

I feel like sorrow is hanging on me, a drab gray dress.
I learned today that a good friend ended a relationship. It was for the best. It was a dead end and now she will be able to start on a path to a place she'd rather be. But being for the best doesn't remove the ache, the loneliness and the fear.

I feel all those things for her.

I admire her strength to leave. Her courage to head towards something scary and new rather than stay in a place that was a slow death of hopes and dreams.
In the early days of being alone, I hope she remembers her beauty, her good heart, and that she is a great friend.

I hope that she will live a happy life and happy things will come.