"Great. I'm glad for you, I'm glad you finally realized how fucking pointless that was," I replied, and the sentiment was true despite the bitter way I'd presented it. "I'm not glad that you had to almost die to get over it, but whatever. Someone made the choice for you. There isn't a choice for me, Sarah. There's just reality. It is dangerous for me to be with anyone, full stop, and sometimes that means I have to walk out the fucking door when I'd rather stay. That's just the way it is."