the way she wants.
With all of her imperfections and quirkiness and uniqueness. It's sad that you even call them 'shortcomings' when instead she can't be looked at but with, wild boldly beautiful, eyes.
She was radical. She changed your life, didn't she ?
She left, she had to,
she outgrew your definitions that attached her, that limited her free soul, she lives with a nomadic habit with an
umbrella of dreams that carries her away to explore here and there and everywhere in the realms of living,
and she dreads security and settlements or what you were inclined with, conservativeness.
Blame her not.
She is unconventional ... She is moved by passion.