average lesbian situationship

what if we were agents on opposite sides of a war, defying all laws of space and time, and I wrote you a secret letter hidden in the rings of a century-old tree so you had to chop it down and put the splinters in your skin just to read it and we were both girls?

Did I understand what was going on? Not quite! But like, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.” Now that’s what I call romance!