By: KOH Jia Xin (HSBC Prosperity Hall)
When I was fifteen, my friend Gracia cried when we were having dessert at an ice-cream shop. I knew it was her boyfriend—no, an ex-boyfriend—because girls at our age do not get upset easily at life other than guys. But I couldn’t feel what she felt, because I’ve never had one at fifteen. She used to be so confident and undefeatable but she was very vulnerable after the breakup. I stayed with her until our moms came and fetched us home. I thought, maybe, if I had an experience, I would know better how to comfort her or give some advices.
Obviously, I was wrong. I did experience a breakup a year soon after it. It was harsh, the breakup I mean. Like what everyone says, it felt like the end of the world. I was helpless but I remember what I needed the most during that time: a true friend to be present, not saying much or even giving advices, because they will never truly understand what I go through. But being there, not judging my endless moaning and howling, and tell me that they will never leave me. You are not alone, for after every storm, there comes clear open skies.