Darling,

I wish you could see my side of things. The nights have been colder without you by my side. The warm coffee I make in the morning doesn’t taste as good when I don’t have you to share it with. You know I make it sweeter just for you, even though I like mines bitter. We can get through this, we are meant to be, don’t you agree? Don’t you miss me the way I miss you?

please respond my dearest.

Milena

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Milena,

Please do not patronize me with your sweet words. Love is such a complicated thing after all. You can feel many things alongside love. Right now I feel anger with you. Although, love, I feel just as cold without you. I do not want to waste my ink on rude words to you, Sweet Milena, but I am finding it hard to find any other words.

Amara

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Amara Darling,

Do not resent me please! It is the only thing I beg of you. I know it was wrong to tell my family about us. They do not understand our love. A woman with another woman is unheard. As you know, they have cut contact with me. I know this is what has upset you my sweetheart, but there is something you must understand. My love for you is worth every second of ridicule I have endured from my family. If I never see them again, I would still shed tears of joy waking up to you in the morning. Amara please! Do not care about these foolish insecurities. I am not upset! I am not missing my relatives at all! The only person I am missing is you. How will I live if I cannot caress your supple skin once more.

Milena

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Milena,

If you really mean these things- if you really feel no sorrow at the loss of your family- then all I can say is that this dedication from you is something I do not deserve. Do you truly only need me in this world? I know that I have no room in my heart for any other. Do you think we could spend our lives together? Pretend to be widows in a far away town where nobody would bother us? Milena please say that you only need me in your life. Please let me fulfill my selfish desires. The love I feel for you is not that of sisterly love as you well know. If you respond to this letter of mine, willing to leave everything behind with me, my sweet summer lily, then by morning of after-morrow, I will ride to you in a carriage and we will leave together.

Amara

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My one true love Amara,

I will pack my things at once. We will live together in a cottage somewhere, I don’t care where! We do not need to feel strangeness at our affections. We will wake up together every day the sun rises. One day women like us shan’t need to hide. One day women like us will share our love openly. You may think me naive but I believe this desperately. As for now, When I hear the hooves of your lovely white horse coming my way, I shall meet you at the door, and we shall live together like lovers. We shall share a home and our lives just like any other dedicated couple. We shall share our futures, and we shall share the gasps and stolen breaths between our lips when I finally kiss you.

Milena

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