I’ve always had a soft heart, even if it was for a friend I barely knew. And plus, she looked like she needed a shoulder to cry on, and some tissues to wipe off her running mascara.

We all need someone… whether it be friend or lover…

I knew all too well the feeling of a broken heart, having been down that road several times before. I knew the feeling of hopelessness that made you long to be held, even if it was just by a friend. I could tell she needed that from the moment I looked into her torn eyes.

“Want some popcorn?” I asked, glad to see she felt at home.
“sure, thanks.” she had a sweet smile on her face that radiated a sense of relief.
“Ok, I’ll be back in a bit.”

She seems… different somehow… I thought as I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave.
Strange, she acts the same as all the other girls that’ve needed help at one point or another… but there’s just… something.. new… yea, that was the word.

The microwave beeped and I took out the popcorn.