Dear white angel

Tonight I ask not for you to bring my lover back into my arms. Tonight I ask you to aid him to success and to grant his wishes.

I pains me to hear and see how busy he is and at the same time be unavailable to help him with anything but to offer words of encouragement. I know he has been working hard and made a few sacrifices to get where he is now…. but even that is not taking him far enough.

I wish that I could be the one to offer positions or to guarantee it, but I am in no position to do that. I wish he aces and nails the next interview he can get, and I hope it is soon. I see it take a toll in his confidence and that is no good. Is this too much to ask?

Why is it that others have had so much luck getting a job while he has been waiting and trying so hard? I don’t think he has done anything wrong, no slacking, no unprofessionalism, no bad references. … Is it all really just a matter of pure luck? Why is Fortune so tempting and teasing now?

He didn’t choose the hard road; it chose him, and I wish so much that all his hard labour comes to fruitation already.