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I have to respect that.
Even though it feels like loss.
Even though it feels like something rare brushed past me and left heat in its wake. Something I wasn’t prepared for, something I didn’t ask for.
I step outside into the cool morning air, the city just beginning to stir, and realize that this is the first time in years I’ve wanted something purely for myself.
Not power.
Not control.
Not legacy.
Just her.
And this is the first time I’ve chosen to let that want go.
