The "I"

"...and it was impossible to love her if you hadn't grown up loving her."

She knew that.
Clearly and simply.
So everytime he offered her a drink, she would shake her head and turn away.
Alone, she would drink herself to oblivion.

Nobody can love her like she loves herself.
So she needs a way out. Of herself. Before she is left standing in the field of yellow grass and dry loss.

Not people. No. But a person, yes.