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fiction
Written in the Stars words Liesel Schmidt image Vasyl Nagernyak/Shutterstock
Thirty-five thousand feet in the air, I realized I loved him. But not the him I’d been in a relationship with for the past six months. Yes, I loved him, too. But this was the him that had left more than a decade ago, only to come back like a ghost that was haunting me. I’d been twenty-seven the last time I’d seen him, he thirty-nine. And we’d been worlds apart, in those years. But I’d loved him then. And I still loved him now, even after all these years. *************
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