Spoke to someone after years and years. Had thought a few times about her in these score of years. Convinced myself that "everything must be ok". There's such a nice web of "normalcy" we weave for the benefit of world at large. but so often there's still a private hell to come back to.
My approach in life has always been one of "run". Whenever a problem has come around, my first instinct has always been to give up and run. Over the years I came to recognise it as such, and did try to change.
But when i look around now, i sometimes wonder. Is patiently staying and fighting always the better option? the answer perhaps is blowing in the wind.