I fell in love with a sniper - a man whose basic training instills psychopathic tendencies. I loved a professional dehumanized. Furthermore, I loved a man who lived in a world where empathy was suicide. Furthermore, I loved a man who had to be ready to put a bullet through a toddler’s skull if necessary. Furthermore, I loved a man highly skilled in burying his emotions, resurrecting them if and when he chose. Furthermore, I loved a man who saw me as his enemy. Furthermore, I loved a man I was disposable to.

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