He moved. It wasn't that he ran away, or that he had moved very far, but the fact was that he had left her life. Still close enough to keep in constant contact, but, not seeing each other in their daily lives, they grew apart. Phone calls stopped after a while, and so did snail mail and electronic mail. They had been close, and now they had grown apart. For a while they each mourned the relationship in their own ways, and then they moved on. It seemed that the old adage- "Time heals all wounds", was true. Time passed, and they grew their separate ways. She graduated from secondary school, then tertiary, before she entered a good university. There she achieved a masters' degree in economics and business management, not because of any interest in the subject. but because it was the thing that most of the others around her were doing. When she graduated, fifteen firms made her job offers. Spurning the idea of joining an internet company, she instead took a desk job at an old, respected firm. It was a position that she was suited to, and she was comfortable with it. At the age of thirty, she married. The man was someone she had known for years, and dated for years. Her parents approved of the match; he wasn't much older than she was, and he was respectful and well off. Much as she was. The marriage was a grand affair, partly sponsored by his company. On that day, she was beautiful, and he was handsome, and the entire affair seemed like a meeting of two passionate lovers- only they weren't. It was a match based on friendship and mutual understanding, and after the wedding they were normal again. Based on mutual consent, they didn't go for a honeymoon. Instead they both took a week off to furnish and decorate the house they had bought, and immediately afterwards returned to work.