You don’t know she's hurting because she has perfected her fake smile. When she sees you, her face lights up, and her smile is so big that you fail to see the pain in her eyes.
All you have to do is look more closely.
You don’t know she's hurting because she has mastered the art of forgiveness. She won’t make a big deal when someone wrongs her. She can forgive and act like nothing happened before you even have the chance to realize she was upset to begin with.
You don’t know she is hurting because she loves to help other people. She is the first one to check in on you if you are having a bad day. She’s the kind of friend that will bring you soup when you are sick, or loan you money when you are short on a bill. She’s the kind of friend that will offer her emotional support whenever needed, day or night.
Her heart is so strong that it never occurs to you she feels so weak.
You don’t know she is hurting because you never see her cry. Her voice never trembles, her hands never shake. She has learned to be a calming force inside of a storm. She knows how to put on a brave face in front of people.
It’s when she’s alone that the tears come. Sometimes it's on the way home, in her car, or in the shower. But mostly, it’s in the quiet of the night when she is alone in her bed that her tears flow freely.
You don’t know she is hurting because she practically breathes love and compassion. Kindness is her second language. Except, sometimes she forgets to show that love and compassion to herself.
You don’t know she's hurting because she hides her feelings so well, she can even hide them from herself.
She has mastered being able to keep all her hurt feelings pushed way down deep so she forgets about them. Until one day, they come back up, and she shuts herself out from her friends and her family, so she can deal with it on her own.
You don’t know that she is hurting because you have never asked. You don’t check in on her, or ask her how her day is going. You take her for granted and don’t take the time to realize that she has feelings too.
All you have to do is ask…she is waiting.
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