She cried.

This isn't how she is suppose to be,
This isn't what she is suppose to do,
She said.
Then she said no more.

Somewhere in between the silence,
That must have lasted ten minutes or so,
My heart threatening to break,
With every faint sob that was heard.

I suck at trying to improve such situations.

Later I learnt,
That she has met this guy,
Who possessed all the qualities
She could ask for.
That sounds very impressive, really.
But 'the timing was wrong'.

Alas.
Why do I feel so freaking strange?

Bollocks.