My friend found herself in an unconventional relationship. 

To put it simply, she played for the other team. 

I did not mind it in the least, because I know plenty of lovely people who share her views. 

I thought that she was lucky to have found love in a loveless world. 

And I saw how happy she would be whenever she spoke to her lover even through FaceBook Messengers and texts. 

I bore witness to the way she had painstakingly written letters upon letter professing her love just for their monthsary. 

She made me believe in the existence of true love because she breathed it. 

She lived true love. 

Until the day I saw her choke out the last breath of true love. 

She was broken and barely able to fully comprehend her feelings. 

She showed me the words that had torn her apart. 

I asked her if she wanted to talk about it, but she only smiled and said, "not now." 

She asked me what I would do if I was in the same position and I couldn't answer her directly because I've never been in a relationship. 

I always prided myself on my eloquence in speaking and writing but for now words failed me. 

And I could only offer her my company and hugs, as she was slowly torn apart by her love.