Her pain was always there.
It could be noticed in the trembling corner of her smile and in the sharp sounds of her laugh.
It was always hidden in her constant movement of her fingers and in her creative ideas.
She hid the biggest amount of pain in an "always there for others" attitude, which created an inner "never there for herself" attitude.
That's how her pain became the most intimate part of her. That's how she almost lost herself into her pain.
That's when I meet her.