For a very long time, she wanted to destroy him. Wound him. Take something from him like he had taken from her. And she tried everyday. But he was impervious, imperious.  The day he left though, she knew she had wounded him but she did not know how. She would never know because they would never meet again to talk. He would never tell her.  It was not something she had said to him. It was something she had said oblivious he was listening to her best friend over visiting, “Break up with him? Why? Let him get tired and go away.” That’s all she said.