She always knew. From the beginning she knew. It wasn't right, she wasn't okay, it wouldn't be. She couldn't make herself feel something she didn't. Why? Why was this so hard. It should be simple, but she couldn't see that.
But that didn't matter, now it wasn't about her anymore, so she accepted that. She accepted it, because even though she wasn't happy, someone else was. And she knew what it was to be happy, she remembered. So she stayed, even though she didn't feel okay, even though nothing felt okay.
She couldn't fix something she never really felt to begin with.
