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I think about Henry's voice. Steady. Certain.
If you love her, stop acting like you don't.
I sit down, buckle in, and stare out the window as the engines start.
I've always believed love is a liability. Something that clouds judgment. Something others can use against you.
But as the plane lifts into the sky, carrying me farther from the damage I caused—
I realize the truth is worse.
Love doesn't make you weak. Running from it does.
