I guess I just don't get the point of fighting when the situation isn't going to improve. Sometimes there's nothing left but the white flag.
And the girl? Did you two ever get closure? Or does she continue every day to feel like shit knowing you're alive and she fucked up? Does she ever truly get to move on like that?
I love to run, to go until every part of me feels like I'm going to collapse, until my heart feels like it's going to explode. It's freedom.