When the WAS walks out, he/she is like an old stream locomotive. There’s big, hot fire in the firebox and a big head of steam. And off they go. They’re shoveling coal on the fire fast and furious.
But as time passes, they start to weary of shoveling coal on the fire. They lose momentum, the train slows down, and they start thinking about why they were shoveling coal in the first place. It’s not so glamorous anymore. Life without you isn’t what they thought it would be.
I think that’s what happened. When I let her go, when I stopped pursuing, and enough time passed, she started to soften.
Good story to keep us all focused.
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