My love, and I.
I stared into her eyes, it was wrong. We couldn't be together. It was 1836, we didn't want to die in vain like the two men that were hung for their love. But I wanted to hold her hand, kiss her. There was a wall stopping us, god. We couldn't love. I was a woman of god, not her woman. I held her hand, caressing her soft skin and closed my eyes. Kissing her, I then realized that I really did love her. Prison, medicine and therapy couldn't stop my love for her. We were really soulmates, even our religion; god couldn't stop this. I'm sorry father, for sinning.
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lesbianism
RomanceThe pains of not being able to show love to the only person you can love. The story is in year 1836. This includes god, so you were warned.
