That was the first time in my life, I had cried in front of somebody.

I just couldn't control myself. It was so dark, it was so lonesome, it was so painful.

But, for the first time.. as the tears came out, somebody held my hand.

I felt that for once, somebody cared about me, there was somebody who would hold my hand, and hear me rant.

The first person I could tell every single bit of what was on my mind to.

But yet, I only knew her for 3 weeks.

It is so wrong, yet so right.

I'm hurt, but she applied the healing lotion.

I'm recovering, and fast.