Again, she doesn't reply. Normal people probably stop at this point, and yet her silence gives me the strength to keep writing. I can tell her anything, especially because I know she's not receiving the letters. I'm probably writing to a stranger, at this point, and it's the most free I've ever felt.
Zarah,
I almost told Karin today. She's my best friend here and one of the sweetest people I know, and yet I held back. It's scary, being vulnerable with someone you care so much for. I don't know what I'd do if she didn't respond positively, and I'm not willing to risk my only friend.
— Sent February 25 —
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Love, Mikaela | A Lesbian Romance
Teen FictionMikaela met free spirited Zarah at a summer camp when they were thirteen years old, and the two became fast friends. Years later Zarah's wild hair and bright rainbow flag still flash through Mikaela's mind, antagonizing her about the secret she'll t...
