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The whole flight home, my heart soars, then plummets, then soars again.
She loves me.
She finally admitted that she loves me. Just a nod, just a barely perceptible nod, but still, she does have feelings for me.
But she won’t live in my world.
And I won’t live in it without her. I’ve done that now for three years, suffered the burn, craved her, ached for her.
I won’t do that again. I wasn’t joking when I said my desire for her was obsessive and all-consuming.
She’s all I think about.
By the time I’ve transferred to the Lear, I’ve made up my mind.
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