They call her strong, but behind that word, she's soft and brittle. Victim in this judgemental society. Depressed and alone until I met her, and know more about her. I helped her cover her past. Now, she's stronger than she was. She thanked me. But I'm more thankful than her. Because of her, I'm more matured and I have a friend, a genuine one. I guess she's ready to face more challenges in life. And she moves on without her by my side.
Too bad i remember this scenario every 5th of may. From circa 2014
