You want to see my pain..?

We were Good. After having a drink and numerous doses of cigars who doesn't feel good. Suddenly from Nowhere, She asked. "Why do you always look Happy.? Where is your pain.? Why don't you grieve.?" She wanted to see my pain and sorrow and all that shit. She has been dumping hers to me since the evening.But I'm quite useful to that. People keep coming to me with their sorrows and their worst moments. But none of them expect me to tell them mine. Even if anyone did, I might have told them to get out of the room and never come back.But she was different. She kept asking the same questions. I answered, "My grief isn't in one place. You won't get it in one night." "Try me", She said.I told her, "You want to find my pain, Go find that book I read when there was no one to listen what I really wanted to say. Go find that movie characters who helped me to get myself up when I was down without any reason. Go and find that scribble note I wrote on the nights while screaming silently through my every word. Go and find the sunset I witnessed alone when all i wanted was a hand to hold. Go and find out that stranger in the park with whom I cried for the reason I don't know. Go and find out that little child who made me realise how silly I was to cry over some stupid shit.Will you do it ? Will you go and collect my sorrows like Harry did for Voldemort's Life.? These sorrows are my life and I know how hard it is to be someone's Harry." She was quiet. She stood up and left. Slamming the door in my face she said. "I love you but you are crazy, you are doomed." Like every other girl she Looked gorgeous while leaving.Like Every other girl I thought she was different. It was Good Talk.I ✍😇📚❤