A Sapphic Flash Fiction
Your story triggered a thought in me—that I now see that I never told my parents the whole story of my love. Thanks!
Awww!!! You're welcome. :') Thank you for reading and commenting <3
I love how you say, “wishing I could love Anna out loud.”
I used to describe that feeling as living in a box. When I went home or to work.
I’m lucky that by the beginning of this century, I was able to tear up the box and throw it away.
Thanks for this story. 🏳️🌈
Aww!!!! Such a true conflict to experience as a queer person <3 Glad you were able to tear up the box and throw it away. Thank you for reading :)
Aw I’m glad 💓 thank you for reading 🌈
Your story triggered a thought in me—that I now see that I never told my parents the whole story of my love. Thanks!
Awww!!! You're welcome. :') Thank you for reading and commenting <3
I love how you say, “wishing I could love Anna out loud.”
I used to describe that feeling as living in a box. When I went home or to work.
I’m lucky that by the beginning of this century, I was able to tear up the box and throw it away.
Thanks for this story. 🏳️🌈
Aww!!!! Such a true conflict to experience as a queer person <3 Glad you were able to tear up the box and throw it away. Thank you for reading :)
Aw I’m glad 💓 thank you for reading 🌈