Think about it, Meg said. I don’t want you to believe you were a martyr meant to save him from himself, but think about the compassion you demonstrated. Think about the donations you made to that girl’s memorial fund. The books you gave him, the times you left his flat in the dead of night so he could sleep more soundly. Think about the sacrifices you made and the kindness you showed him at a fundamentally challenging time in his life. Maybe he wasn’t meant to enter your life, per se, but you were meant to enter his.
