Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.

She too had found the experience transforming. How could she not? A demon had been exorcised. Several. And just when she felt more capable of love than she had ever been, she found herself alone.

In the sudden change that had come over her heart, she no longer recognised herself.

She was no part of anything. In her unbroken loneliness, she was complete. Never had she felt so exposed, yet si powerful.

A woman who had fallen out of love with her life

Without ever wanting to become reserved and shy, she had spent so long alone, with no one to love, that it was difficult for her to talk, even casually, to another person without self-consciousness and an awkward inability to find words.

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.

In the sudden change that had come over her heart she no longer recognized herself

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone.

He was there beside her; yet she was far away from him, alone with her outraged love and her ruined life.

Now, when she felt so deeply connected to him, they were finally estranged.

Now that I have found someone I'm feeling more alone Than I ever have before.

She was not yet dead. But I was already alone.

She was stronger alone…