I wish I could be with you right now to help mend your broken heart.
Instead, I am 15 000km away.
I know our FaceTime chats are not enough.
I am sorry you are hurting.
I am sorry I can not be there to eat naughty food with you to numb the pain.
I am sorry you always seem to pick the wrong men.
I know you don't want to hear the 'plenty more fish in the sea' line.
Does that line even have any value when they all seem to be sharks, circling for a taste of blood.
Dear sister, things will get better. The pain will slowly fade into a distant memory and you will be happy again.