It was raining drizzly; I was walking down the same path I had walked once and my thoughts flew back to the painful memory, how awful it was 4 years ago, when I saw a familiar man’s back; leaning over a wall; before him a lady – his right hand all over her thigh roaming up to her ; the other was leaning against the wall – I still remember how his head went; tilting from left to right; lowering down and further down – and I do not need to remember how I reacted, because every time I think about it, the same reaction appear; hot stream liquid rolls down my cheek, without me even knowing; today, the same thing happened to me too. I quickly wiped my falling tears with my left hand; I shook my head, patted my cheeks and smiled again. This is not me. I should not be the one crying. I am strong enough to move on. I said this to myself every time I think about it.