Nobody can ever understand one's feelings unless they too had undergo the same experience.It's impossible.
But as humans,we are gifted with "Sympathy".
Even though it's not exactly fulfilling,but it's enough.The most that one can do for an acquaintance.A sign.A symbol.
That you care for her/him.

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