I am not angry with her anymore.

I am just stronger than her now. And it is easy to resent someone for that; there has been too much of that maybe, in my life lately, all over again. 

This isn't the first time.

Nobody is saved this time if I rise to be the bigger person.

Do I make a different choice this time?

...

I am the strongest person in the room again. And I hate it sometimes.

But I accept it.

When the wind comes, the same threat to carry you away if you fight it, is the invitation to dance with you if you choose to accept.