I once knew one. One of those women. Beautiful. Intelligent. Talented. The kind of woman easy to fall for. Built. Stunning to look at.
Like most of us, she had insecurities. But rather than controlling her insecurities, she let them control her.
She could never deal with her fears and insecurities. It was not in the cards for her to overcome them. All she could do was run. I could never do enough to help her change. I failed. Miserably.
One day she just disappeared. I guess she ran away.
I never saw her again.