She says, it was complicated. That they have too much history, too many ghosts lingering in the dark, constantly reminding them why they were stuck in the rabbit hole. That he was slowly laying down his defences again, and that he’ll get there, if she gives him more time. That maybe he was just terrified of getting hurt, of what was and of what they could be.
And I say, stop right now darling. How many more times will you wait for him to come back when he disappears? How long will you play this guessing game? You deserve the entire ocean, not just infrequent waves. So light up the bridge. Run. Get out of the forest.