I walk through the park alone, but soon am stopped by the sound of crying, when I turn I see a young face, salty tears cloud up her beauty. It feels strange to interrupt, but I feel as if I need too. “Miss?” I speak, she wipes her eyes, “yes?” her voice is shaky, something must’ve happened. “May I sit?” I ask, she nods, and I sit beside her. we both stare at the sunset, the exotic explosion of colours in the sky, a sight for sore eyes. “I was you, once.” she looks at me, confused. “crying on this bench, over a guy.” I tell her, she stays silent. “he cheated. didn’t he?” she nods, biting her lower lip. I take her hand and hold it gently, giving her a friendly smile. “you’ll get through it. i did, its your turn.” she returns the smile. “remember—i was you, once, too.”