Though it needs to be said...

...you cannot know; no one can know. So metaphor will have its place.

Desert path. Wild, lonely, and a tad bit crazed. That is how she came to you. That is where you found her. Tightly wrapped up in her own mystery, following what she thought was the right road... it all came crashing down. Down to an ache in the bottom of her stomach. Forgetting what it was like to fall flat on her face. Yes, you caused this. You brought this upon her. It was you who caused her sleepless nights. You who gave her a taste, and now she craves. To some it seems like punishment, but to her it is freedom. Freedom without being free. Freedom within an arms length. Freedom that she cannot have. Freedom that she craves. You showed her how to feel again. And she cannot help but feel. Her path has split; down one she sees security and everything she has ever longed for... and down the other she sees adventure and everything she has never known, you. And, to her, it is all your fault. She cannot help but feel.