Letters to you

I talked to a friend about you last night, and you send me text at the same time. Coincidence?
I was thinking of you all evening, remembering your smile, your eyes, your arms around me, your presence near. Not sure why memories were torturing me again.
I send you thank you note, and asked how things are, unlike other times, you actually told me about job, stress, unknown future.
Wish I can do something,  wish I can hold you right now, wish I can promise you that all will be okay.
But you don't need me, you don't want me feeling sorry for you.