I was in a major depression when she came to meet me i was nor happy and neither was i sad. i had no feelings for her.
the things she said last time we talked were just so useless that i didn't want to see her face
But after an year that day faded away
I forgave her and i could read her face . she needed my help I was her best friend and i did what i should have done.
i am happy that she's out of it and i am happy that she left me after i helped her.
My purpose and need was over and i was thrown like a used pen.
But i am so happy that at least i am a far far better person than she is
and now she can't talk to me
i wont go back there is no gap she could cover none to reach me
i am a hundred miles ahead of her.
yes i am happy because i helped her.