The Devoted One
The broken window hadn’t worked, and neither had the silence. There’d been no communication, no card or e-mail or phone call saying, “I’ve missed you and come to my senses. Let’s put this nonsense behind us and get back together.”
Time to rethink things.
Absence might make the heart grow fonder, but only for so long. At some point, the heart no longer grows fonder, it begins to wander. No way would the Devoted One let that heart be stolen away by someone else.
It’s time to get back in touch.