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Each time I think the tears are gone, they come again.
"Oh, Alice," I whisper. No one can hear me over the shout of the airplane engines, but I need to say her name, need to be connected to her again in some way. "I love you."
I open my phone once we're above cruising altitude and look at our pictures. I soak in the moments we were an us.
I'd joked I wanted to pack her in my suitcase, but it was the naked truth. Any uncertainties I had are gone; I need her. The tears come again, unstoppable.