"I'm not Ian Maura, I'm not Ian leave the woman he loves for Africa Faulkner," she is looking at her hands, wanting to frame Maura's waist.
"But I am Jane clueless idiot detective who chose a man as cover to protect the woman she loves Rizzoli," she is careful to make each word clear.
She's looking at the breathing figure in front of her, and she wants Maura to turn, to face her.
"Maura, please, let me explain," she wants to wrap her arms around Maura, "Let me give you a reason to believe," she wants to rest her head on Maura's shoulder, "Please let me be the reason you believe in both me and in love again," she wants to have Maura smile at her, have Maura just look at her, "Please."
"I chose you Maura," she wraps her arms around Maura who hugs her, "I'm not leaving you," she holds Maura closer, "I choose you, I love you," she can feel Maura's lips on her temple, and she's okay, she chose Maura, she chose Maura, and Maura's holding onto her.