A conversation between two friends, one of them is in pain of lost love.
Friend , "All your wounds will heal with time "
She ,. "Are you a friend or a foe? Why are you cursing me ?"
Friend, " These words are my blessings"
She,. " These wounds are the dwellings , where his love, once resided and now they are the only places where I find oxygen and I breathe in his feelings . If these hollows too close doors , I will suffocate to death "
The friend hugged her tight and blessed,"May you live long "