Yesterday, I am cleaning my email box, answering emails and forwarding those I believe worth sharing. I was reading an email of my friend who was talking about her heart condition. The one she loves broke her heart, a week ago. She said she had never left her room since then. Her email was as short as that, but it made me feel alarmed. So I called her up to ask if she’s OK, and all she answered was no, she’s not and she needs help. I told her I am visiting her that afternoon. I was thinking of treating her out for dinner but I didn’t think she will agree to go out with her condition. So I just ordered noodles and a small cake and took them to her.

When I arrived there, the place was stinks. Her eyes were fluffy as the black circles surround her eyes. I felt her pain and loneliness. I wanted to scold her for not reaching out for me as soon as the break up happened but all I felt to do was to comfort her. I didn’t dissect what really happened. All I did was to listen to all her sorrows. I was just glad that I was there for her. Tonight, I am going back to my friend’s house to be with her. I actually called some other friends for a stronger support. I just wish this would be over soon.