She knew she will eventually be out of it, and she knew that she’s half way through. And so she got to be strong and keep her chin up and not to fall for his white lies again.
It was her girls-get-together time with her friends. They went for some window shopping to look-see-look-see, have a drink and listen to some live band music. It’s always nice and comforting for her to have her girlfriends around to hang out with and share their feelings and lend a shoulder to cry on for each other.
She was there for them and they were there for her. There’re just so many other types of problem out there in the world with so many different circumstances. She realizes that hers is definitely not the worst and so she should toughen up.
Life is full of colors, love is full of emos, humans are not perfect, and somehow in some way that is the beauty of life. Maybe what some of us really need in life are not really perfections but comfort and attention.
And she too is fitting in for her comfort level.
What is her level of comfort?