She realized that perhaps without realizing it at the time she had made a critical decision. Looking back she knew it had happened as she left that one particular office building across the street from the Empire State Building, late summer, 2010. In that moment after dropping off a letter that would never be read, she had decided.
If love had no meaning, what was left?
But her romantics heart was often shrouded in practicality so she loved home telling herself it was to heal. Now, almost eight years later, she could finally see.
She had moved home to die. And in her usual fashion she had done an excellent job of it, year after year draining herself until now she felt like a clothed corpse.
Just going through the paces.
The question of course became, because it turned out death was not an option…