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Spoiler alert: Love is worth everything. Everything.
My.
Heart.
Stops.
And starts again.
One thing I'm certain of: Wanting just leads to more wanting. There's no end to desire.
"Flowers for Algernon again?" she asks. "Dosen't that book always make you cry?"
"One day it won't," I say. "I want to be sure to be reading it on that day."