She is a stranger.
She is a regular reader in one of my story.
But then, she give me a quite long poem, out of the blue.
"....Times tell me to wait. To never let go, to hold onto them and never lose hope. I feel it in my soul and know it in my heart. Times will heal.
Sometimes life seems a dark tunnel with no light at the end, but if you just keep moving forward, you will end up in a better place..."
I don't even know her, but...
How weird it is for a stranger to be right about what I feel at that time?
But somehow, she saved me.
One day, if I have a chance to meet her in person,
I want to shake her hand or even give her a hug,
and thank her for what she did, "You saved me."
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