"In corde non novit terminos" She fell first, quietly and completely. She loved him with every part of her, even when she knew she shouldn't. He was everything she wasn't supposed to want. She chose him, again and again, even when it meant losing everything in the process. She held on for as long as she could, like a passenger gripping her seat during turbulence, hoping things would calm down, hoping everything would be well. But sometimes, love feels like trying to hold onto a plane that's already taken off. No matter how tightly you cling, you're left standing on the runway, watching it disappear into the sky. She did the hardest thing she ever had to do. She let him go. Not because she stopped loving him, but because she needed to. ONGOING...