Even after more than a dozen years I think about her. My memory is cloudy - which is unusual for me. It's cloudy because I'm not sure I remember how I felt about her then. Stronger in absence. In a way she presented herself in a more positive light. It was from her that I first heard the concept of reflected confidence.
I think there's some karma - some action - that needs to be cleared up here. She withdrew, telling me I wouldn't like the novel which was her... but I never got a chance to read further than the synopsis. What I saw I liked. What I felt I liked and maybe that's what scared her off.
It seems she landed on her feet however. Resourceful, tough because she has to be. We'll be okay without each other. I'm better off, although sometimes I don't completely believe it. It might have turned out ugly - instead it's a fond memory.
There's been no closure, and there will likely be none. She's not that brave. And I'd better leave it here.
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