He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.
– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights.
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Dear Andréa
RomanceTheir love once fell through the cracks of a conservative society. Lanna and Andréa were once inseparable. No one ever really knew whether they were simply best friends or lovers; not even them. Behind closed doors, they exchanged touches and shared...
