Choose again. Aenea and I made love in the darkened living pod, despite our fatigue and the late hour. Our lovemaking was slow and tender and almost unbearably sweet. Choose again. They were the last words in my mind as I finally drifted … literally … off to sleep. Choose again. I understood. I chose Aenea and life with Aenea. And I believe that she had chosen me. And I would choose her and she would choose me again tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, and in every hour during those tomorrows. Choose again. Yes. Yes.
