Leaving had been her choice, hers alone. On some level she had though it would be easy to do it. She knew she had to for her own sake; she was going crazy as it was and she was emotionally drawn. But what she hadn't realized when she packed up and left was that she would be leaving a part of herself behind. It had hit her the moment she stepped in to her new apartment that she had left a big part of her heart behind. And there was nothing she could do about it.
When she had started the job three years before she left she had no plans on falling in love whit anybody. But then she had met him, a guy nobody had expected her to fall for, and before she knew it she was long gone. It was probably one of the most interesting relationships she had been in. He was so different. He was nothing like anyone she had met before. And she had known for some time that she loved him, she just never told him. They never really had gotten to that point with everything else that had been going on.
She had left because that part of her heart that still belonged to her really wanted to do this, really needed to do this. She couldn't stay there and continue doing her job. So she had left to fulfill her dream, but in the process she had crushed another, and in retrospect she wondered if it really had been necessary to move across the country to do that.
It was a quiet night and she was looking out her window looking up at the stars, they always made her wonder about her choices. And even know after a year away her heart was split.