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'Even when I lose my head'

- I told myself not to cry. I begged myself not to cry. But I guess we don't always get what we want. But just maybe... I got what I needed.

His face softened and I watched him mumble something under his breath, as tears started to streak down my cheeks.

"Oh Lance..."

I dropped the duffel bag as he hugged me gently, and I let myself cry into his shoulder. I let myself lean into him. I let myself be vulnerable to him. And I never regretted it. -

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