Strong

I ended my life story with a deep sigh.

He look at me, accepting and started his words of comfort.

"You know what?" 

"What?" 

"You have a big heart." 

I burst a tiny shy laugh. Trying to deny his statement. 

"Yeah. True. And you are such are strong person too." 

"And why would you say that?" 

"You know what actually being strong is? Being strong is the ability to forgive a person although the person is not even sorry. Strong, is you." 

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