it's all good.
she's no longer sitting on the fence watching, waiting, wondering.
she rationalises everything now and sees it the way her head tells her.
wonder if she feels exactly the way her head thinks.
everything is done in the most logical manner, everything is weighed in grams; right down to the decimal places.
she cannot share that part of your life with you because she cannot accept it and that hurts more than anything else.
i guess it's not all good.