This girl that I work with is one of those people that will never show any sign of weakness. She'll never cry in front of you, she'll never admit that something is bothering her. She's tough and she lives to keep up with that image.
But, tonight, she broke down and tore off her armor. She fell into my arms and cried, gasping for a comforting breath. I was so shocked to see her in this state that I didn't know what to do. So I just listened. I listened to every word she had to say.
For some reason, I'm just that person that people look for comfort in. I'm the person that people release their bottled angers and sorrows to. I'm really puzzled as to why. I know I'm a nice person, as nice as I can stand to be anyways. But I just don't understand.
Although confused, I'm more than glad to have been a good enough shoulder to cry on. If someone who normally doesn't open up to a single soul...opens up to me...that really means something to me. Somewhere along the line of all my bumps and bruises I've done something right for a change.
Maybe there is a reason for my existence after all.
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