She was once strong. Very strong. But then, she fell in love.
The first left her with a belief that people's happiness are above hers.
The second last saw her on her knees, holding onto her broken self esteem.
She gave it another shot, foolishly so.
He thought her as weak. With scorn, he told her so in the most unrefined way with words. He didn't see the way a tiny fraction of the light in her eyes died. He saw the stiffening of her spine, the stubborn raise of her chin as arrogance. He accused her of no self respect.
He had no idea.