Love was the final consolation, would set ablaze the fields of my life in one go, leaving nothing behind. To make a beautiful man love and live with me had seemed - obviously, intuitively - the entire point of life. How could it be true that a woman like me could need a man's love to feel like a person, to feel that I was worthy of life?
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