"Must've found a way out [her] back door..."

[devifemme]

“'We can never know what to want,' Milan Kundera writes in The Unbearable Lightness of Being. 'because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come… we live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold.'

"It’s that terror, perhaps, that endears [sic] us to observe and compare our lives to the lives of others (rather than to our untouchable past lives) in search of a cue, or a line, or at long last; a curtain call."

And so, on the slightly-too-cute lezzie "Autostraddle" site, editor Riese Bernard concludes her story on the Melissa/Tammy break-up -- http://www.autostraddle.com/melissa-etheridge-tammy-lynn-michaels-split-42065/

Melissa's best-known song nails it:

Then I fell in love
Love gave me a shot of pure desire
There was nothing else like this
This unimagined bliss this ecstasy
Deep inside the night
I believed I saw the light ignite a fire
And it burned into the dark
It burned deep inside my heart
I thought it would burn eternally

But it's gone, it's gone
It's gone, it's gone, gone
I can't feel it
I can't feel it
Must've found a way out my back door
Must've run away out my back door
Because it's gone, gone, gone