(July 8th) GG-R

There she is sitting on the blue chair with her eyes fixed on her palm. She was carrying a plate of spaghetti covered with curry and another hand was holding a fork. She wasn’t feeling hungry. Neither does she feels full. I was sitting a few seats away, chatting happily with Nicholas until I spotted her. Just when I look at her, I saw Mr. Grief sitting right there. I sat there and kept looking at her - emptiness and bitterness atmosphere surrounding her. I walked right up to her and took the empty seat. I looked into her eyes. Without saying anything, my heart started to crack. I felt so bitter that I almost cry. Every single time I look at her, I could see sadness as if it's my own. How I can describe her look in words? How shall I write down the facial expression she had? I can't help myself from feeling sorry for her. She said, “I still haven’t let it go.” She is still grasping the history.


Both of them are always together until the people see them as lesbians. She loves the girl so much and would do anything for her. When they go out together, she’s always buying stuffs for that girl. She also pays for the food and drinks. I’m sure you’d think that the girl’s using her. I don’t know the truth. I could only say that she has a very good heart. She understands her friend’s situation therefore she offered to pay, even by using the loan! Her parents found out; she got into trouble. I don’t know how far she’s in this situation but I am happy that it has come to an end.


But to an unexpected end of their friendship, which left a very deep scar. It has been 3 months now and she’s still drowning in the pool filled with the memories with that girl. I somehow understand her situation because I went through those difficult times and I recovered last year. And I’m doing my best to encourage her and continue to be there for her when she needs me. I always reply her text as soon as I can. I don’t want her to cry again.


I continue to keep my faith in God that He will heal her as how He has done to me. One day, she'll look back at it and say, "I was childish! There's nothing to cry about. God has a greater plans in my life and she is not in it. And I should be thankful for all He has done for me."



God is my Father.
He loves me and heals me from depression...
but He also heals millions of others living in another part of the world.


How great is my Father!



Just a lil’ advice: Never leave a depressed person alone even when he/she hates you ;)

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