On the other side of life

It’s difficult to see someone on the negative side of life. And someone you admire and love the most is far more hurting. You might ask how much do I know her? I might not know her for ages but these past few days spoke a lot to me as I went through her writings. I see a camouflage that she uses to hide her soft emotions, which have been hurt and harmed. It’s a shell with which she tries to protect herself. Yes a shell, but the one where there’s no entry for anyone. Not even a ray of light because she prefers to stay in the darkness of loneliness.
For once I spoke to her to know what haunted her and she refused to let me know. But somewhere in our last talk, ya I should say last talk coz after that it was just ‘sweet hi and a depressing bye’, she pointed a thorn that was pierced in her heart and whose poison had reached her mind. I wish I could know every bit of it and could heal her pain but she turned away and started walking in agony. I don’t know what you think of me and I don’t even know if you think of me but all I know is I can’t see you wandering alone helplessly in the darkness. And it’s not because I love you, I don’t love you for your beauty coz someday it will be gone. I worship you for your thoughts, for your understanding and your writings.