Withering
She's like a bird, a homing bird. She wants to fly, but always returns to her starting point. She wants to try, to taste, to feel whatever exciting and new in life, but never ever really opens her arms to change. She wants to break away from all her restraints, but ties herself to her old habits and old routine. She wants to broaden her horizon, but locks herself firmly in comfortable pattern and familiar environment. She's like a fragile rose living inside a glass greenhouse. She clings to her roots as tightly as she can, and thus won't be able to survive on strange, foreign soil. She never matures. She never grows up. She never faces her predicament and womans up. And that is why he's giving her up. Or should he say "freeing" her from her impossible dream and irresponsible desire. He's has had enough.
He has a company to run. He has employees to nurture. He has obligations to fulfill and duties to keep. He has a heart that beats. He has a soul that feels. And he doesn't share his love. Not like this. She's the woman he loves. She's the woman he cherishes. She's more than a mere loving amusement and noble priority. But he knows she will never open her eye to see the truth and admit it. She will never choose. She will never decide. She will only keep on throwing her life away fooling around and jumping between beds in the years to come. And he doesn't want a life like this. He doesn't need a woman like this. He's tired. He's exhausted. He knows he deserves more than this. So he makes up his mind for the three of them and walks away.
Without a backward glance.