I was exactly where I was supposed to be. And whatever happened on C-623, I realised in that moment—as she sat there picking apart a slice of crusty bread with her fingers, the nails painted purple—that I was always going to love her unconditionally and forever, even if in the long run, we were nothing more than friends. Because I guess that’s the thing about love; it’s not about finding the person who fits a tick list of predetermined criteria; it’s about finding that one person who makes you quiver when they whisper your name, whose touch brings you alive, and in whose company you just
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