You found her, and you met her.
Yet she was, and still is broken,
when you get to know her.

Be with her. Stay. Be in her shoes. Isolate yourself with her at times she feels like doing it. Feel as if the tears she keeps wiping were yours. Feel her torn pages as if a page of yours has been teared up. Be with her in her lonely galaxy. Be the leaf that catches her raindrops when it rains endlessly. Be the wall that welcomes her cold back when she leans at times her world were too heavy for her to remain standing in one piece. Be what she didn't tell you to be. Moreover, be everything she would be grateful for later.

Just be there for her. She might tell you she wanted to be alone, but trust me; she wanted for someone to be alone there with her, too.