We were talking about what we’d give our lives for, about what it would take to love so much that there is no price limit. She said she had loved like that.
“I found out what it’s like to fight with everything I have for something worth dying for -- and lose.” She said that. She was talking to me.
“So – what do you mean, lose?” I asked.
“I lost,” she said.
“But you said it was worth dying for, that you gave everything. You’re still alive.”
“I lost,” she said again. “There was nothing I could do. Everything wasn’t enough.”
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